The sky and water merged into one.
This was the Eight Saints' favorite place to meet. This time, Zhang Yang had been the one to call the gathering—an absolutely unprecedented first.
"Zhang Yang is treating us? You've got to be kidding. He's not going to just not show up, is he?" Yuan Juhuo laughed.
"His character isn't *that* bad. At worst, he'll just make me pay the bill," Ni Yong said.
"Alright, you heartless bastards, talking about me behind my back!" Zhang Yang plopped down into a seat, grabbed the teapot, and started chugging it down. GULP, GULP, GULP.
Meng Ningzhi glanced at Zhang Yang. "Don't tell me you got your heart broken again and want us to drink with you. I'm telling you, I'm not falling for it this time!"
"Heartbroken? You're kidding. Who am I? I am the Mad Saint, Zhang Yang! Beauties faint the moment I appear!"
Zhang Yang flicked his slightly curly hair, revealing a brilliant, sunny smile.
