Outside the Sharp Sword Sect's mountain gate, Zheng Ming sat cross-legged on a cloud bed, with Yan Zidian sitting beside him. Li Yingqiong, however, dressed in green with a sword on her back, was pouring wine into a jade bowl in front of Zheng Ming.
"Brother, a toast to you." Zheng Ming picked up the jade bowl and said to Yan Zidian with a smile.
Although Yan Zidian was usually bold and carefree, he couldn't help but feel slightly embarrassed when Zheng Ming toasted him.
For years, he had always treated Zheng Ming as a little brother in need of care. But now, Zheng Ming had become a saint of high status.
"Thank you, Junior Brother." With thoughts swirling in his mind, Yan Zidian still raised his cup and clinked it heavily with Zheng Ming's bowl.
Zheng Ming could sense the reverence in Yan Zidian's actions, but under the circumstances, he had no better way to address it.
After all, sometimes explaining such psychological barriers not only doesn't help but can actually backfire.
