"Wang Hong, good to see you again, as your older brother I am truly ashamed to being the weaker one." Wang Ling showed a warm smile to Wang Hong. Wang Hong responded with puffing his chest proudly as he approached his brother and gave him a big and welcoming hug.
"It had been long indeed, older brother." Wang Hong tightly hugged Wang Ling as if he had been longing for some brotherly affection. His straightforwardness seemed to be something inherent, and Wang Ling truly liked that.
Returning the hug, Wang Ling commented, "You're already a saint and I am still at nascent soul stage. That bothers me, well, I need to put in the effort to catching up then." Wang Ling joked around about matters of cultivation without restraint.
Wang Hong laughed but encouraged Wang Ling, "You only cultivated for a few years, it is understandable that your cultivation is lower than mine. In hindsight, isn't your cultivation improving terrifyingly?"
