"Yes!"
Qin Yu's eyes turned red as he shouted.
"Stand up and give Xiao Hai a toast."
Everyone drank the wine in their bowls in one gulp, including Yan Ruoxue, who disliked drinking.
"Xiao Hai is indeed too tired. He has too many things on his mind. It was the same thing when he was in Nanzhou. If he sets aside these burdens this time, his strength will probably elevate to an unknown cultivation realm in the future, which is not a good thing for the human race but for him."
After finishing the wine in one gulp, Wen Wanchong patted Qin Yu's shoulder.
Hearing Wen Wanchong's words, Qin Yu's conflicted emotions finally cleared up.
What he needed to do now was to cultivate and cherish his life. It was another rebirth Xiao Hai had given to him.