"Senior Brother Qi and Brother Xuanming, there's no need to be like this. We're friends. Just do as you always do." Han Zhao smiled.
"But you and my aunt are of the same generation. If I call you Brother Han, won't it be chaotic?" Qi Xuanming was in a difficult position.
"It's fine. There's no need to care," Han Zhao said.
"That's good. Otherwise, if you become my uncle in the future…" Qi Xuanming smiled. Suddenly, he felt a murderous aura coming from beside him and immediately fell silent.
He turned around and saw Qi Qingchan staring at him expressionlessly.
"I'll return the Demon Gold I borrowed from Brother Qi when I'm rich." Han Zhao cupped his hands at Qi Yuntian.
"Junior Brother Han, you're being too serious. I only did my best. Moreover, without your help, I wouldn't have been able to successfully obtain so much Qian Heaven Essence Qi in the Qian Heaven Palace." Qi Yuntian said seriously.
