"Hey, hey, hey, Brother Zheng, Brother Zheng, I was just kidding, just kidding."
Zheng Fan remained unmoved.
Mr. Chen drew his sword and placed it on his neck, appearing ready to commit suicide at any moment.
"Brother Zheng, I happen to have a treasure on me. Since you've called me 'older brother,' let this old brother give you a welcoming gift."
"Mr. Chen, what are you doing? I was just joking with you. Why would you take it so seriously!" Zheng Fan said.
Mr. Chen was speechless.
Zheng Fan turned to Yao Zizhan.
Yao Zizhan chuckled and said, "Brother Zheng, you really are down-to-earth."
"People are born with their feet on the ground, naturally connected to the earth's energy. Those who appear otherworldly are merely floating; sooner or later, they're bound to fall."
"What Brother Zheng says is quite true. It's a pity there's no wine here, or I'd drink a large cup to that."
"That can be easily arranged."
Zheng Fan held out his hand and shouted to A Ming, "Bring the wine!"
