“I don’t need verbal thanks. If you really want to thank me, then bring me something good when you get back from your trip. I’m not lending Tian Ling Ling to you for free.”0

Yi Pin sipped his wine.0

Ye Qing: “...” And just like that, all those sappy emotions I was feeling went down the drain.1

“Ahem… I thought you’d have a lot of good stuff stowed under your bed since you’re technically an old monster, but to think you’re so poor you couldn’t even afford to give one to a brother, tsk tsk tsk…” Ye Qing clicked his tongue and shook his head.0

“I do have a lot of good stuff, but they’re reserved for my disciple. You’re not my disciple, are you? Why should I give you anything?” Yi Pin harrumphed.0

“I may not be your disciple, but I am your junior, and junior is synonymous to disciple, isn’t I?” Ye Qing grinned.0

“Like hell it is! My disciple will serve me tea,...0