"I'll remember what you did for me this time. I owe you one," Zhang Deming said.
"Brother Ming, there's no need for that.
In all these years, have I ever said I owed you anything?" Zong En replied, a little displeased.
Zhang Deming smiled. "Alright, my bad. I... Your cultivation?"
Hearing this, Zong En laughed. "Haha! Didn't see that coming, did you? I was in seclusion for four days and finally broke through."
Seeing his delighted expression, Zhang Deming said nonchalantly, "Yeah, it certainly wasn't easy. After all, you announced you were going into seclusion to the whole of Little Qing Mountain almost three months ago.
If you hadn't broken through soon, the other servant disciples at Little Qing Mountain would've started thinking you were just freeloading."
The happy look on Zong En's face stiffened. He turned his head mechanically to look at Zhang Deming. "Brother Ming, you can't be like that! I just helped you!"
