"Young Master, Young Master?" Elder Zhantian called several times, asking with concern, "Are you all right?"
Young Master Yunhe gradually came back to his senses and glanced at Wang Anye. Mm, other than being handsome, having an extraordinary bearing, and liking to carry a sword case around to pose as a sword immortal, there was nothing particularly special about him.
I, the dignified quasi-divine son of the Southern Ming Divine Palace, had actually fallen to such a state?
Forget it, forget it!
When heaven sent rain and a mother remarried, when Elder Zhantian wanted to take a disciple, even if he wanted to stop it, he could not.
For a moment, Young Master Yunhe felt utterly dejected. He casually set down his wine cup and said, "Elder Zhantian, congratulations on taking such a satisfactory beloved disciple. I possess nothing of value at the moment... I'll make up the gift money later~~"
What sort of peerless genius was he, Young Master Yunhe? Even if he currently wanted to stab Wang Anye a few times, he could not lose his grace.
"Please do not concern yourself with gift money, Young Master." Upon hearing this, Elder Zhantian immediately became thoroughly satisfied. "Receiving the Young Master's blessing has already set this old man's heart at ease. It is getting late. Young Master, please continue drinking; this old man shall take his leave first. This old man still has quite a few insights into the sword path to share with Anye."
"Young Master Yunhe, Anye takes his leave." After Wang Anye performed a salute, he departed together with Zhantian.
Young Master Yunhe's expression was incomparably complicated.
For a time, he had lost even the mood to drink. He merely sat there in a daze, watching from afar as master and disciple left amid lively laughter