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Zheng Yu, carrying two jars of aged yellow wine, walked down Old Creek Street toward the dilapidated temple.
"Teacher, I've come to bring you wine," Zheng Yu said at the door.
"I dare not accept, dare not accept, you are now my superior, I should be the one paying my respects to you," The Old Temple God hastily welcomed Zheng Yu inside.
Zheng Yu carefully scrutinized the Old Temple God's face, which was already etched with the marks of time, his pupils somewhat cloudy, no longer as bright as when he had first met him.
"I have some questions I'd like to ask you," Zheng Yu began.
"Why have you started drinking? Don't you always abstain from alcohol?" The Old Temple God asked in confusion.
"I am making an exception this time, besides, didn't you also never drink in the past?" Zheng Yu replied.
The Old Temple God was taken aback but then covered it up with a laugh, clinking bowls with Zheng Yu before taking a large gulp.
