Lu Fei now produced two jars of good wine from his hand, pouring for both Senior Brothers, and casually brought a bowl for Little White as well.
"Thank you both for your concern and care for all this time..."
"Cheers..."
As Lu Fei spoke, he raised his cup.
As the three bowls clinked together and Lu Fei drank his dry, he felt a pleasant warmth spread throughout his body.
He used to drink every day when he was in Rolling Mountain.
But in the Wuzhuang Temple, he had been here for a year and could count the times he had drunk on one hand.
Whenever he wanted to drink, he always had to do it secretly.
This was the first time he had ever shared a drink with Qing Feng and Ming Yue.
Lu Fei quickly refilled the cups for his two seniors and once again held up his own glass, saying, "Here's to the first time we brothers have had a drink together..."
"A toast again..."
The three of them downed another bowl.
Lu Fei lifted up his bowl again.
