Although that is the case.
Huang the Herbalist found himself increasingly fond of Ding Ling the more he looked at him, feeling as though he saw his younger self. Without caring about others' views, he grabbed Ding Ling and said:
"Brother Ding, the moment I saw you, I felt a connection as if we were destined to meet. Let's not mind the opinions of worldly people. If you don't mind, would you consider becoming close friends with me, what do you think?"
"If a senior says so, how could I refuse?"
"Eh?"
Huang the Herbalist frowned:
"I said we're to be close friends, I call you Brother Ding, so how could you refer to yourself as junior? You can call me by name or call me Isle Master Huang."
Ding Ling immediately cupped his hand and called him Isle Master Huang.
Huang the Herbalist laughed heartily, stroking his beard in satisfaction, he said:
