"If you ever need anything, just say the word. As long as I'm free, I'll come whenever you call."
"Alright then, I've been waiting for you to say that."
Lord Zhu enthusiastically grabbed Wen Yan by the arm and pulled him inside.
This place was full of ghosts, so Wen Yan had to restrain his Yang energy, or he was afraid he might accidentally hurt someone.
All the way inside, a bunch of ghosts were drinking alcohol; every dish on every table had a stick of incense stuck in it, but as he walked in, Wen Yan couldn't actually smell any incense or candle wax.
Lord Zhu sat Wen Yan down and, without another word, stuffed a wine flask into his hand.
"You came at just the right time. Drink a couple cups with me first. I've been wanting to get a drink with you since last time, but it just wasn't convenient back then. Now that you've come to my place, let's enjoy a few more rounds."
Wen Yan smiled, didn't refuse, poured himself a drink, and toasted Lord Zhu three times.
