"At the critical moment, I saved you. Now you don't even want to drink with me and let me drown my sorrows?"
Zhou Qing heard this and a complex expression flashed across his face.
"Du, I've already drunk with you, and it was because of that time that I quit alcohol."
Du Kui suddenly let out a shrill laugh, "Because I quit alcohol? Aren't you drunk before you've even drank? Come, drink some more!"
As he spoke, he forcefully handed the wine jug forward, the amber liquid swirling violently inside.
Zhou Qing did not refuse this time.
He slowly took the wine jug, lightly smelled it, his gaze landed on Luo Xue's tombstone.
The cold green stone, the inscription sharp as a knife.
"I know you seek the realm." Zhou Qing's voice was very light, "Enter the Dao through pain, verify your heart through loss."
"Back then, you watched as Luo Xue died right in front of you, yet did nothing — this heart-wrenching pain indeed helped you reach the threshold of the realm."
