In the large private room.
The server had poured a drink for everyone, and Xu Fan, holding his glass, stood up and looked at the people gathered.
The others also fell silent, looking at Xu Fan with anticipation.
With a smile on his face, he said loudly, "I appreciate everyone coming from far away to join me. Let's not dwell on thanks. Come on, let's drink."
Having said that, Xu Fan raised his glass high.
"Let's drink."
The rest of the people stood up, raising their glasses in unison and responding in chorus.
The first drink was downed by everyone in one gulp.
The waitresses hurried to refill everyone's cup, and once they were full, Xu Fan gestured for them to wait outside.
A sense of seriousness fell over the crowd, and they listened intently, full of expectation.
Xu Fan's voice was clear, getting straight to the point, "You are Zhou Xian's comrades-in-arms, and in my eyes, you are also my brothers. Let's speak frankly."
