In their consciousness, no matter how much time has passed, it all seems like a fleeting moment to us.

They had completed the contract, and Yama had introduced herself and the name of our Biyou Palace to him.

The old Taoist priest was also moved to tears; no matter how well he cultivated his mental state,

If I could finally fulfill this lifelong dream, I would be overwhelmed with excitement.

Old Huang and I waited until the old Taoist priest calmed down a bit.

He then stepped forward and said, "Congratulations, sir, on finally achieving your wish. From now on, you can soar freely across the vast sky and sea."

The old Taoist priest wiped away his tears, bowed, and replied, "This old Taoist, Yunhe, greets both of you seniors."

He already knows our identities from Enma.

Within the extraordinary community, there's a rule that learning has no order of precedence, and those who reach the highest level are given priority. Regardless of age, one's level of attainment matters.

Unless you're from the same sect, anyone whose level is higher than yours is considered a senior.

I quickly waved my hand and said, "Master Yunhe, you're too kind. Don't call me 'senior' or anything like that. We don't use that kind of thing in Biyou Palace, unless it's a formal occasion."

Privately, we usually address each other by age, so please don't stand on ceremony, Master.

He might feel uncomfortable calling a child old enough to be his grandson a senior.

So Master Yunhe agreed without much insistence, but he also started calling me "Young Master" like everyone else.

I didn't insist any further. I took Lao Huang and Daoist Yunhe to a small tavern, where we sat down and had a proper chat.

Actually, we were just talking about his affairs; Enma, that big mouth, has already told us most of what happened to us.

Master Yunhe was also a connoisseur of wine. After Old Huang pulled out the fine wine he had previously swindled from the Jin family,

The two hit it off immediately, but Lao Huang had a sleazy vibe, while Daoist Yunhe had a more carefree and unrestrained air about him.

I asked the owner to find me a few more jars of good wine, all aged highland barley wine. It's the most abundant and affordable wine on the grasslands.

Both Lao Huang and Daoist Yunhe are fond of wine; they'll drink any kind of wine, appreciating the feeling of drinking rather than the wine itself.

I sat there drinking tea and eating beef jerky, watching two middle-aged men drink alcohol.

While boasting about all sorts of things, Old Huang was deliberately keeping Master Yunhe company.

Master Yunhe was venting his pent-up frustrations from all these years. Neither of them used their internal energy to sober up, and they drank nearly ten kilograms of barley wine before both of them got drunk.

Looking at these two old children, I felt a headache coming on. How could I possibly carry both of them back by myself?

In the end, I had to buy a small cart from the tavern owner to get them both back.

As soon as I got to the door, I started yelling for help to carry the two of them inside.

After a long period of busy work, I finally calmed down and deliberately booked a double room for the two of them, so they could share a bed.

I was looking forward to seeing their expressions tomorrow morning, but I was disappointed. Both of them are highly experienced and knowledgeable individuals.

Old Huang's shy smile at me completely stunned me.

Master Yunhe, on the other hand, was truly carefree and didn't take it to heart. I think it's understandable that the desired effect wasn't achieved; after all, his cultivation was so advanced.

During breakfast, I introduced Master Yunhe to everyone, simply saying that he was a friend Old Huang had met the previous night.

Since it was on the way, they decided to come along with us. Jiang Feng, the security captain from the Gao family, was a little reluctant.

However, when Master Yunhe demonstrated his sword energy, he dared not say anything more.

I don't know how tall he is, but killing him would be easier than playing a game.