Chapter 1258: A Farewell Gift

Hearing Yi Feng's bold words, Gui Wanhai raised his eyes with a smile.

"Oh?"

"Brother Yi, you seem quite confident. It seems your drinking capacity is impressive."

When it came to drinking, Gui Wanhai had never feared anyone. To put it bluntly, having lived a carefree life for tens of thousands of years, he had attended countless banquets. The fine wine that had passed his lips alone could have intoxicated countless cultivators. Seeing Yi Feng's confidence today, he couldn't help but take a closer look with great interest.

Yi Feng touched his nose and smiled in response.

"Not bad, I can drink a little."

Hearing this, Gui Wanhai's smile deepened. Although he couldn't compare to the Sea Lord, his ability to read people was quite remarkable. Listening to Yi Feng's calm tone and observing his natural demeanor, he could tell at a glance that this man was not one to boast idly. It seemed he truly had some drinking capacity. Excellent, this made things even more interesting. For countless years, this was the first time he had encountered someone so confident.

This human named Yi Feng was indeed unique. It would be a good idea to teach him a lesson while also taking the opportunity to observe his drinking etiquette. With that thought, Gui Wanhai raised his cup and looked at Yi Feng with a calm expression.

"Alright."

"Then let's drink to our heart's content, and we won't leave until we're drunk."

As their cups clinked, the two of them chatted and laughed, growing closer by the minute. In the blink of an eye, they had emptied a gourd of wine, and more dishes were brought to the table. It seemed they had truly met their match and could enjoy a hearty drinking session.

But less than two hours later...

Gui Wanhai suddenly slumped under the table, muttering incoherently.

"Drink... let's keep drinking..."

"Brother Yi, I'm not drunk..."

Under the table, he looked like a drunken cat, while the table above was a mess of empty cups and plates. Yi Feng, holding his cup, was caught off guard, standing in disarray as a gentle breeze blew in through the window.

Well, this...

He was supposed to be the one treating, but how did he get drunk so quickly?

How much would this whole table of dishes cost?

After finally managing to lift Gui Wanhai, who was now completely unconscious and unresponsive to any calls, Yi Feng felt utterly helpless. There was no way he could expect this guy to pay now. Since he had gathered so much information, enjoyed the drinking session, and even made a friend, he might as well pay for it himself. It was somewhat acceptable...

As he gritted his teeth and pondered, a waiter approached respectfully.

"Sir, Young Master Gui has passed out. Would you like me to assist?"

Yi Feng waved his hand slowly and then pointed seriously at the table.

"No need for assistance, I'll take care of him."

"First, calculate how much all these dishes cost in spirit crystals."

The waiter was momentarily stunned but then smiled and bowed.

"Sir, there's no need to worry about that."

"Young Master Gui is a top VIP of our establishment. All his dining and lodging expenses are settled once every hundred years. We have several long-term guest rooms reserved for Young Master Gui on the seventh floor. Perhaps you and Young Master Gui could rest there for now."

Hearing this, Yi Feng was inwardly astonished.

Wow...

He really is a rich second generation!

To have a top-tier membership at such an expensive place, his wealth is truly extraordinary!

People really can't be compared.

Well, it's not like he can help having a good father.

While feeling envious...

Yi Feng and the waiter helped Gui Wanhai to his feet and soon settled into the luxurious suite on the top floor. After making sure Gui Wanhai was comfortable, Yi Feng returned to the adjacent room to rest, experiencing the joy of being wealthy and sleeping soundly.

...

The next morning.

A ray of sunlight filtered through the beaded curtains, casting a warm glow on the nine-colored immortal crane feather quilt, illuminating the opulent furnishings and filling the room with a luxurious atmosphere.

The dazzling array of treasures reflected light in all directions, causing the sleeping figure to furrow his brows.

After a few struggles, his drowsy eyes finally opened.

In his blurred vision...

The room was filled with radiant, luxurious splendor, a sight that should have been pleasing but felt oddly disconnected from his memories, creating a sense of dissonance.

The sudden scene left Gui Wanhai utterly bewildered.

Sitting up slowly, his emerald-green hair cascaded over his brows as he looked around in confusion.

Who am I?

Where am I?

What's going on...?

After the existential questions, Gui Wanhai suddenly felt a splitting headache, as if he had hit an ancient reef in the ocean during his childhood. Fragments of memories began to surface in his mind.

After surveying the room for a long time, he finally recalled some fragments, his eyes widening in shock.

"This..."

"Wasn't I drinking with Brother Yi? How did I end up here?"

He sat up abruptly, his eyes filled with astonishment.

After struggling to recall...

He only remembered clinking cups with Yi Feng several times and having a pleasant conversation.

And then... nothing.

Feeling the familiar dryness in his throat and the nostalgic headache, it was clear he had gotten drunk.

Gui Wanhai's face showed a hint of embarrassment.

"I was careless..."

"I never thought I'd get drunk to this extent."

But as he recalled the joyful moments of drinking with Yi Feng, a broad smile spread across his face.

"When you meet a true friend, a thousand cups are not enough..."

"It's rare to get so drunk in a lifetime. That cultivator is truly interesting."

Lying back on the soft bed, Young Master Gui smiled with relief. The minor embarrassment of getting drunk was easily dismissed with a laugh, but the memory of that hearty drinking session left him feeling incredibly satisfied.

It had been a long time since he had felt so relaxed and carefree.

Who would have thought he could experience the leisurely life of an ordinary cultivator?

This was indeed a unique experience.

As Gui Wanhai reminisced, his expression grew more relaxed, as if all the burdens had been temporarily lifted, allowing him to truly feel like an ordinary cultivator.

It wasn't until he took out a jade slip to send a message...

And the waiter from the restaurant arrived, that he put on a dignified expression.

After a few questions, he learned that Yi Feng had generously offered to pay the bill and had taken good care of him.

Instantly...

Gui Wanhai felt even more moved.

Yi Feng was truly a decent man.

As an ordinary human cultivator from the outside world, struggling to survive in the Land of Fallen Gods, with not much to his name, he was willing to pay for him and even took care of him with such kindness.

His character spoke for itself.

Recalling Yi Feng's words, especially his comments about his father, Gui Wanhai still remembered them vividly, confirming that he had not misjudged this man.

This person was indeed worthy of being called a friend.

For countless years...

He had disguised himself as an ordinary cultivator, wandering the mortal world.

Partly to seek out fine wines and enjoy life, and partly to find true friends!

He had once enjoyed countless honors and admiration, and he knew how difficult it was to find a genuine friend under such overwhelming glory.

At times...

He had wished to live as simply as Yi Feng, but some things were destined from birth.

Now, unexpectedly, he had gotten his wish.

Gui Wanhai felt immense joy.

True support is born in times of decline, and true friends are found in moments of solitude.

To have met such a friend during the decline of the ancient sea clan was truly comforting. If he ever had the chance to rise to the top again, he would definitely take Brother Yi to taste the finest wines in the world!

After summoning a few immortal maidens to tidy up his appearance, Gui Wanhai strode out of the room with renewed vigor.

By the time he reached the rooftop garden, Yi Feng was already there, quietly sipping tea.

"Brother Gui, you're awake?"

"Having some light tea after drinking is the best."

Seeing the tea set already prepared, even though Yi Feng hadn't poured the tea himself, Gui Wanhai nodded with a smile, finally experiencing what true friendship felt like.

They sat and chatted for a long time.

Watching Yi Feng's relaxed demeanor, Gui Wanhai secretly made up his mind.

Meeting by chance was fate.

Since they were friends, he might as well give him a gift, as a token of gratitude for yesterday's hearty drinking session.

With that thought...

Gui Wanhai took out a piece of shell from his sleeve and presented it with both hands.

"Brother Yi, this small trinket is a token of our friendship."

Caught off guard by the sudden gift, Yi Feng was momentarily speechless.

Before he could politely refuse, Gui Wanhai spoke again.

"Brother Yi."

"True friendship is as pure as water. Just accept this gift. I have important matters to attend to and will be leaving soon. Consider this my parting gift, and please don't refuse."

Though he spoke lightly, the item was incredibly precious.

It was a piece of soft armor that Gui Wanhai had shed in his youth.

This item carried his formidable innate bloodline and was imbued with the Sea Lord's Dao imprints. In the Land of Fallen Gods, it was enough to protect Yi Feng's life.

He didn't explain its true value, as it was for Yi Feng's own good.

The item was far too precious, and if its true nature were revealed, Yi Feng might not accept it. Even if he did, word might spread, attracting countless covetous eyes.

Gui Wanhai was no ordinary man; his every word and action carried deep meaning. For the friends he valued, silent generosity was the greatest kindness.

If they were to meet again in the future, revealing his true identity would likely destroy the current ease between them. This was the burden of being the Sea Lord's son, a noble fate he could not escape.

He preferred to interact with Yi Feng as equals, chatting and laughing like ordinary cultivators.

Unaware of all this, Yi Feng simply felt that Gui Wanhai had the demeanor of a true gentleman.

With things having reached this point...

He no longer hesitated and accepted the turtle shell with gratitude.

Then, he generously took out the remaining wine gourd and presented it with both hands.

Seeing the wine gourd being offered, Gui Wanhai's eyes lit up with even greater joy. Though it was just wine, he treasured it as if it were a priceless treasure. The two of them laughed heartily, their friendship evident without the need for words.