Zheng Qunshan sat across from Duan Yun, a smug expression flickering at the corner of his lips.
He raised his glass, lightly clinking it with Duan Yun's and drained it in one go.
"If Elder Duan is willing to assist, it would be perfect. I will dutifully report this to my master, and when the time comes, Shuangjue Gate will surely catch his eye."
Duan Yun lifted his head and finished the wine in his glass, laughing heartily, "It would be our honor if your master takes notice of our Shuangjue Gate! Mr. Zheng must stay today, not leaving until drunk!"
Zheng Qunshan waved his hand to politely decline, "I appreciate Elder Duan's hospitality, but I'm overwhelmed with official duties. The forces around Bamboo Water River are complexly intertwined. I must visit each one, lest I give Qin An any advantage."
Duan Yun nodded, "If that's the case, I won't keep Mr. Zheng any longer. Come!"
A disciple quickly stepped forward.
