Canglang Martial Arts Hall.
Listening to Wang Jin's words, a trace of warmth rose in Jiang Ning's heart, yet there was also a faint sourness.
After that, he once again filled their cups, his expression solemn.
"For me, Jiang Ning, to have what I have today, I cannot be separated from Master's teachings and shelter back then! Without Master's protection in those years, I would hardly have passed even the hurdle of the Cao family! This bowl, I offer to Master!"
As his voice fell, Jiang Ning raised the bowl and saluted Wang Jin with it.
Then he drained it in one gulp.
Wine slid from the corner of his mouth, dripped onto the ground, and splashed up like little flowers of liquor.
Seeing this scene, Wang Jin's face was full of gratified joy.
When Jiang Ning set down the wine bowl in his hand,
