Zhao Changhe looked at the wine Tang Buqi was carrying and asked, "So, you've come to bid farewell?"
Tang Buqi replied as if it were a matter of course, "Indeed, to prevent you from thinking I'm trying to drive you off, offering you a drink is more like a formal goodbye, don't you think?"
Zhao Changhe could not help but smile wryly.
Tang Buqi sat down at the table and said, "Stop practicing for now, there's no end to it, take a break. I heard my aunt also told you to slow down, didn't she?"
Zhao Changhe sat down as well, laughing, "I'm already taking it slow, I'm cultivating amidst refining my evil spirit, not rushing to break through."
"As if you could break through whenever you wanted," Tang Buqi retorted.
Zhao Changhe just smiled without responding.
Tang Buqi poured him a cup of wine, his expression somewhat sullen, "Talk about traveling around, and then, nothing."
