"Indeed, indeed." Fan Yi was not the least bit upset, merely looking at Gu San with a smiling expression.
Gu San shuddered, turned his head away, and walked over to the table and chairs to sit down alongside the Daoist.
The Daoist reached out to pick up a teapot, poured a cup of fragrant tea, and pushed it across the table. "Meeting is a matter of fate. My tolerance for alcohol is poor, so allow me to use tea in place of wine to share a cup with the young hero. What do you say?"
Chapter 94