The return of Qin Yun to the True Martial Sect caused quite a stir. After all, he had been away for more than half a year and did not even return during the year-end.
The disciples missed him dearly.
The true disciples on the mountain all gathered around Qin Yun.
"Good for you, Ba, staying so silently down the mountain for so long. You must have been dazzled by the worldly pleasures."
Qin Yun looked at the familiar faces and felt as if a lifetime had passed.
He was about to speak.
Ye Qinghe smiled and said:
"If you drink this jug of wine, we'll forgive you."
Looking at the wine Ye Qinghe handed over, Qin Yun felt his scalp tingle. He had been a victim of Ye Qinghe's wine-brewing experiments before. He braced himself to drink it, but surprisingly, it was quite good.
"Third senior sister, your wine-brewing skills have greatly improved!"
Qin Yun did not hold back his praise.
