"Hmph, he employed deceit, how else could I possibly have lost to him!" Little War God Yang Bing could not save his face, explaining thus.
"No fights, no friendships, no fights, no friendships. The strife at Dragon Gate is inherently detached from grudges; the fact that you two could meet today is fate. Let's all sit down, have a drink together, and become friends on the path of cultivation. Come now, let's drink together." Lord Song God truly has a way with people, always ready to mediate.
Zhu Minglang and the Multi-armed Monster hadn't escalated to a life-and-death feud, and Zhu Minglang took the initiative to toast him.
Yang Bing, with a rigid face, reluctantly drank and then said, "You, being a Divine Chosen from a small place, reaching such heights at Dragon Gate does show some capability…"
"I am flattered, Brother Yang honors me," Zhu Minglang said modestly.
