Zhang Liechen was in disbelief. He leaned against the table, having just opened his mouth to speak.
Suddenly, Yang Daohan stood up again, his expression changing drastically.
"A good cut! A good cut!"
"Indeed, indeed. What gives you the right to drink the same wine as Mr. Duan?"
"Eat, eat! Hahaha…"
He stood up and, without being obvious, glanced at Duan Chenzhou's Crescent Saber, which seemed to have never left its scabbard.
He then looked at Ji Xiu, his mind flashing through all the 'great joys' of his life before he managed to force a smile.
"Everyone, please, let's eat. Let's eat."
"This banquet may not be the finest, but it's a feast of blood and flesh often eaten by Martial Artists for nourishment. We have goat, Treasure Fish, bear paws, leopard legs... everything you could ask for!"
"Come, my boy, eat. You…"
He hadn't finished his sentence.
Duan Chenzhou lowered his head, glanced around the table, and a smile touched his lips.
