Shen Mao plopped down on the seat, his chest heaving, completely ignoring Ren Xuetao's furious agitation, and couldn't help but bring up the past, saying, "Back then..."
"Can you just shut up? All you ever talk about is the past, can't you come up with something fresh? You've gotten tired of saying it, I'm tired of hearing it." Ren Xuetao interrupted him irritably.
"What? Old man was only ever glorious once in this lifetime, can't I reminisce it?" Shen Mao retorted angrily.
Ren Xuetao instantly deflated like a punctured balloon, remembering how years ago Shen Mao saved him at great cost, which left Shen Mao unable to train. Such a favor is impossible for Ren Xuetao to forget, no matter how many years pass.
"Alright, alright, say whatever you want. But shouldn't we start with some wine first?" Ren Xuetao said.
Shen Mao glanced at the guards nearby, who promptly hurried to the wine cellar.
