At this moment, Daoist Xing Yang suddenly raised his cup and said to Zhan Yun, "Zhan Yun, at my age, my promises and commitments are worthless. Who knows, I might just kick the bucket any day now and go meet the King of Hell. So, I'm not going to make any promises to you! Cheers, everything is in this drink, let's not fuss over the trivial stuff!"
After speaking, Daoist Xing Yang tilted his head back and drained his cup.
Zhan Yun also hastily lifted his cup, "Daoist, it's just a few elixirs after all, which were originally made for all the injured. Who else would I give them to if not you? Moreover, Family Head Wang Dong sold quite a few of them and made a good sum of money. For me, I'm already very satisfied."
Having said that, Zhan Yun also emptied his cup in one gulp.
...
Soon enough, the group had drunk several rounds. For men, there was no need to speak too explicitly; all the grace and favors were remembered in their hearts.
