Mysteries of Immortal Puppet Master

“However, at present, my resources are limited, with only a few precious treasures of great importance that I cannot use to repay your kindness. I can only keep it in mind, hoping to reciprocate later.”

“Therefore, on hearing what you just said, I felt a rush to advise you, and might have…”

Brother Linghu waved his hand, stopping Ning Zhuo’s apology, “Boring, Young Master Ning Zhuo, you’ve become boring again.”

Despite his words, Brother Linghu’s admiration for Ning Zhuo was unstoppable.

Even though Brother Linghu knew of some unclear entanglements between the young man before him and his own junior sister, he did not let personal feelings antagonize Ning Zhuo.

He had his own perspective, able to properly evaluate Ning Zhuo and recognize the talent in the youth before him.

Not only for his past achievements but also for his nature.

Hearing Brother Linghu’s remark about being boring, Ning Zhuo quickly changed the subject, “Drinking like this is indeed boring. Brother Linghu, do you know how to propose a drinking game? Can you play rock-paper-scissors?”

Brother Linghu responded, “I’ve heard and seen this peculiar game—it seems to be quite the amusement.”

Ning Zhuo was surprised, “You, a hero among drinkers, don’t even know how to play rock-paper-scissors?”

Brother Linghu, with a bittersweet smile, poured out his grievances to Ning Zhuo, explaining how his love for wine had already made him a bad example. He was frequently criticized and punished with confinement. Under such circumstances, who would dare to drink with him?

Moreover, he had to maintain the appearance of a senior brother to guide his junior brothers and sisters.

Truly heart-to-heart friends or rather, drinking buddies, were absolutely nonexistent within the sect.

And outside the sect, Brother Linghu’s identity was special, always afraid that any improper behavior could bring shame to his master and the sect.

“An experience of drinking like this with Young Master Ning Zhuo is truly rare in my life!” Brother Linghu sighed heavily.

“Is that so,” Ning Zhuo’s eyes lit up, “To drink like this with Brother Linghu is also an honor for me.”

“Brother, please don’t call me ‘Young Master’ anymore—just use my name.”