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Unfortunately, Cheng Qing would not reply to this question.1

He could only go to hell with this question.

The feast was still warm, Cheng Qing was once again surrounded by a crowd. There were countless people who came to toast him. In the end, not only did they surround him, they even formed a long line.

This was not Chasing Wind, but the gratitude and respect everyone felt from the bottom of their heart. Without Cheng Qing, there would be no Sun Moon City. This was the simplest logic. Was there anything more benevolent in the world than saving lives?

Especially those cultivators who had been poisoned but were saved by the antidote. No matter what, they had to drink a bowl with Cheng Qing. No matter who they were, it would be useless to persuade them. They would rather wait in line for two hours than express their feelings.

Cheng Qing didn't know how much he drank. He only remembered that not long after the banquet started, there were many people with different appearances gathered around the table, all of them laughing. For the rest of their lives, each one of them was more heroic than the last. Chen Qing had no choice but to drink it.

There was a Sect Leader of a high-grade Conviction Realm. When he came over, Chen Qing was just about to vomit when Song Qianshu advised him to slow down. This rather prestigious Sect Master was actually choked with sobs in front of countless people. He said that his own camp was just around the corner from the Thousand-Jue Sect. If not for Cheng Qing attacking the sect, the entire sect would have been wiped out.

As he spoke, this man who had killed countless enemies in the war was actually bawling his eyes out. He had lost all of his image. Everyone was astonished and curious as to why his reaction was so huge.

He told her that he had just gotten married a few days ago before coming to Mount Qilian to fight, and that his wife had given him a big baby boy, the first son of the old Tan family. This caused the crowd to burst into laughter as they congratulated him again and again.

In the end, Old Tan insisted on giving the drunk Cheng Qing a name. Cheng Qing didn't even have the strength to speak, how could he think of a good name? However, it was difficult to refuse. With a 'oh' sound, he was about to grudgingly consider it.

Who knew that Old Tan immediately applauded, "Wu, Tan Wu! This name is very domineering, just like the one we had in the Sun Moon City when we fought bravely, that's all! Master Chen is indeed talented. He can think of such a meaningful name in an instant.

Chen Qing's eyes widened in disbelief. Just as he was about to explain, he was drowned out by the surrounding flattering voices. This made him wonder if the name was really clever.

There was a tanned man that was as sturdy as an iron tower that wanted to drink the second bowl with Cheng Qing. However, he was grabbed by the leg of a skinny monkey-like cultivator and thrown high into the air.

This fellow even muttered with a face full of disgust, "You're just a muscle-growing fool. Don't you know how many people there are today and why you still want to drink the second bowl with Sect Master Chen? How ridiculous."

Cheng Qing remembered that Song Qianshu and Bai Xiuli were still by his side, taking care of him while at the same time taking some of the burden off his shoulders. He didn't know when, but he would no longer be able to find those two familiar faces.

I could vaguely hear Song Qianshu's indignant roar, as if he was shouting for me to go in, but it was quickly drowned out by even louder voices, "Sir Song, you've been drinking with Sect Master Chen for so long, you don't have the right to hold the latrine pit and not shit anymore. You should give us the space!"

It was unknown when it started, but the fragrance of the pink flowers became stronger and stronger.

He sneezed a few times, causing his nose to feel uncomfortable. To his surprise, Cheng Qing found himself sitting next to a bunch of girls!

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