"Coming out of seclusion to encounter such a spectacle, how come all the good things fall into your lap? How can you not treat us to a meal?"
Ran Zhongyi waved his hand grandly, "Eat! What do you want to eat? Tell me now, and I'll have someone prepare it! We'll start the feast as soon as we're back!"
"Zhu fruits that are three thousand years old!"
"Peaches that increase one's lifespan by twenty years!"
"And two jars of Celestial Spring to rinse our mouths with! No diluting with water!"
Ran Zhongyi rolled up his sleeves, "My friends, no need to hold back. Why wait till we're back? I could knock you out right now and you'd get to taste them in your dreams immediately!"
"Tsk, stingy."
A vein throbbed at Ran Zhongyi's temple.
"I'm Senior Martial Master Cheng, not a Martial Saint!"
"Without the generosity of a Martial Saint, how will you ever become one in the future?"
