A long whistling sound came from the tall courtyard wall as the shadow of three people flashed; Hai Chenfeng, Song Shang, and Baili Luoyun emerged on the top of the wall. The silvery sword in each individual's hand was reflecting the snow.
Hai Chenfeng burst into a loud laughter and said, "Old Song, who could've thought that we would be fighting so many Great Masters one day… This is indeed a gratifying and happy matter!" Song Shang sneered and grabbed a wine gourd from his back. Then, he drank a large mouthful, and roared with a heroic spirit, "Excellent!"
However, it was hard to guess whether he had found the wine to be excellent… or he had agreed with Hai Chenfeng's words.
"Old Song, this Hai Chenfeng will invite you to drink a lifetime worth of wine if there's an afterlife!" Hai Chenfeng laughed as a heroic feeling soared inside him. Song Shang suddenly laughed in response. He then said in a loud voice, "It's a deal!"
