"Come, Shopkeeper Ma, I toast to you!"
At the banquet table, Yang Zhengchu raised his cup with both hands, looking warmly at Ma Ning:
"This time, my success in crossing the tribulation is entirely due to your gracious assistance.
Such immense gratitude is beyond words, and in the future, should you have any requests, the Yang Family will fully commit to fulfilling them!"
Looking at the modest Yang Zhengchu, who showed no airs despite being a Nascent Soul Great Cultivator, Ma Ning did not put on any airs either.
He picked up his wine cup politely and gently clinked it with Yang Zhengchu's, ensuring his cup was positioned slightly lower.
Then he drank it all in one go.
At this time, it had been over twenty hours since Yang Zhengchu had survived the Nascent Soul Tribulation. After breaking through, he did nothing but wait for the rabbits to get the equipment ready, and immediately ordered Yang Wanli to organize several tables for a celebratory feast.
