Shangxing looked at Pei Yan, who had finally relaxed and was laughing out loud, and handed him the cigar box in his hand: "Here, take it. This cigar box set was given to me by Gu Shenghui when he taught me all those years ago. Now I give it to you as I continue to poison the next generation."
"This won't do, this won't do! It has sentimental value, doesn't it? It's too precious!" Pei Yan waved his hand to refuse.
"What sentimental value? That guy left me with enough souvenirs. Just take it!" said Shangxing, wiping his storage ring's mark off the cigar box and stuffing it into Pei Yan's hand.
Unable to refuse such generosity, Pei Yan lifted the cigar box and said with a smile, "I will take good care of it!"
