Zhang Yan was not surprised at all. He smiled, nodded, and said, "Daoist Song's nature is pure and kind. Since you are willing to enter my sect, this poor Daoist could not have wished for more."
When Song Chuyuan heard this, he only felt his heart grow light, as if the shackles of many days had fallen away. He gave another Zheng Zhong bow, went back and sat down, then raised his wine cup in a toast and tilted back his neck to drain it.
