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Chen Ping'an felt slightly unconscionable as he drank wine and looked at the busy shopkeeper. He swirled the wine pot around, estimating that there were still two bowls of wine remaining. The wine bowls at the shop indeed weren't very big.
Chen Ping'an raised a hand and beckoned Die Zhang over to drink together, pouring her a bowl of wine after she walked over and sat down. He smiled and said, "I don't come to the wine shop often, so I'll take the opportunity today to say a few things to you. Fan Dache is only a friend of a friend, and what he wanted to hear today wasn't actually principles or reason. He feels far too depressed, and he needed an outlet to vent his emotions.
"However, Chen Sanqiu and the others didn't know what to say specifically because they're Fan Dache's friends. When buried for a long time, the sweetness and mellowness of aged wine are most intoxicating when suddenly opened. There's a big chance that Fan Dache will die the next time he travels south to fight, and he'll most likely think that he can live in her heart forever this way. Of course, this is only my speculation, and I always like to think of the worst-case scenario.
"In any case, I was scolded severely by Fan Dache for no reason, and he even shattered a bowl of our wine shop — I need to have Chen Sanqiu pay up for this in the future. You're different, Die Zhang, and not only are you Ning Yao's friend, but you're my friend as well. So, I'm not going to hold back too much regarding what I say next."
"Rest assured, I'm not Fan Dache, so I won't go on a drunken rampage. I can't bear to shatter a wine bowl and lose money either," Die Zhang replied in a joking manner.
"How do you feel about sword immortals?" Chen Ping'an asked directly. "Some unleash sword strikes in the distance, while some visit this shop to drink wine. Do you feel the same way about them? Or?"
Die Zhang thought for a moment before replying, "I feel respect toward them."
She hesitated for a moment before adding, "This all comes down to fear. I suffered at the hands of some low-level sword cultivators when I was young, and to put things simply, those were very miserable experiences. At that time, those low-level sword cultivators already appeared like lofty immortals in my eyes. You might find this comical, but I couldn't help but shake and go pale whenever I walked past them when I was little. This only improved slightly after I became acquainted with A'Liang.
"I naturally want to become a sword immortal, and I won't...
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