Inside the hall, everyone was warmly toasting Zhongli Ting.
The corners of Zhongli Ting's lips curved politely in what looked like a smile, but upon closer inspection, not a trace of warmth could be found in the depths of his eyes. As others offered toasts, Zhongli Ting granted them face by drinking as appropriate, without making excessive refusals.
Secretly watching Zhongli Ting raise his wrist to drink time and again, and then glancing at the simple white bandage wrapped around his wound, Ruhuahua frowned slightly in unison with his movements.
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