The two clinked their glasses gently, and Ye Chen tilted his head back to drink the sip. Suddenly, he found the wine exceptionally spicy and burning to the throat. At that moment, Ye Chen had completely lost the desire to drink. Instead, he was thinking about how to avenge his father.
"Little Yezi, you must remember, never let hatred blind your eyes!" Elder Pang patted Ye Chen's shoulder and said, "A real man should know when to hold on and when to let go. Although the Church Court is detestable, first and foremost, you must build your strength, then gradually expand and nibble away at the Church Court's territories!"
"Mmm!" Ye Chen nodded.
"Remember, I've got your back," Elder Pang laughed heartily.
"Thank you, Elder Pang!" Ye Chen bowed respectfully.
"Thank me my ass, I see you as my grandson!" Elder Pang laughed again. "If you have a chance, just call me Grandpa Pang!"
"Uh..." Ye Chen paused, smiled awkwardly, and said, "I'm still used to calling you Commander Pang."
