"Moreover, if you want to be my friend, why feel sorry for me? Come to my house, I'll treat you to wine and meat."
Ding Ce spoke candidly, and Nezha did not doubt his sincerity. However, Nezha thought to himself, if I truly consider you a friend, could I bear to see my destitute friend starve for the next three days just to treat me to a meal?
The spring breeze knows my intention, blowing dreams to the west continent.
The sea dream is distant, your worries are my worries too.
Nezha laughed, "Why call it pity? Are you saying that the iron you mentioned is not fine iron, that's a lie? Is your craftsmanship lacking, and the weapons you forge are all duds, and I'd lose out buying them?"
Ding Ce was momentarily stunned, then laughed, his smile becoming even more hearty. He naturally understood that Nezha's words were meant to free him from any inner constraints, and he also greatly agreed with Nezha's words.
