Upon hearing Qin Tian's words, Lin Yu and Xiao Zhuang were both taken aback.
The two of them looked at Qin Tian simultaneously, and their arms, holding the drinks, began to tremble.
"Boss, what do you mean?"
"Boss, Master...he...couldn't have..."
Facing their sorrowful gazes, Qin Tian closed his eyes slightly, nodding.
"Mm. Master passed away a few years ago. I personally buried him."
Qin Tian raised his glass high and said, "Let's drink this glass of wine. After this war is over, I'll take you to see the Master. His grave must be overgrown with weeds by now... Ha, that old geezer hasn't called me 'brat' in years..."
Saying this, Qin Tian raised his glass and drank it all in one go. His eyes moistened.
Seeing this, Lin Yu and Xiao Zhuang, holding back their grief, also drank their wine.
After drinking, they happened to encounter Zhao Lanjin coming from outside to find Qin Tian, and Qin Tian promptly introduced the three of them to each other.
