The Legendary Man

Chapter 1165 Sworn Brothers

“You want me to be your senior?” Jonathan hurriedly waved his hand at those words. “No way. How can I be a senior to someone older than me? Let's be sworn brothers with you as the elder. As long as you don't mind it, I'll be satisfied just being your lackey.”

Staring at Jonathan, Quintus chortled while saluting the former.

“Tsk... You're one stubborn rascal...”

While saying that, Quintus suddenly fell to his knees with a thud.

“I'm serious about it. I...”

Quintus dragged the last syllable, unable to recall his own name. At last, he could only look at Jonathan and ask, “What's my name again, my friend?”

“You're...”

Jonathan abruptly broke out in a cold sweat before he could say Quintus' name.

Meanwhile, the elder draped his arm around Jonathan's shoulder.

Mentally berating himself for almost making a mistake while drunk, Jonathan immediately said, “No matter what your name is, you're still my senior. From today onward, we'll help each other in every matter. I'll be there to help you with anything you need.”

“How generous!” Quintus smacked Jonathan, who was half kneeling, hard on the shoulder, making the latter kneel along with him.

“That's settled, then. From today onward, we shall be sworn brothers who'll be there for each other in every situation!”

Jonathan echoed, “I'll be there for you in every situation!”

“Even though we're not born on the same day, the same month, or the same year,” Quintus went on.

“But... Um... Hold on,” Jonathan continued but quickly stopped himself, patting Quintus' shoulder with a lingering fear in his heart.

Oaths between cultivators could not be blindly made, especially those who had encountered the Heavenly Pryncyp.

Quintus was already over a hundred years old, and he could die any day.

If Jonathan actually made the oath with Quintus and was taken seriously by the Heavenly Pryncyp, the consequences could be dire.

Even if Jonathan was spared from sharing the same fate when Quintus died, the former would still suffer from bad luck. In fact, he would have to suffer three heavenly trials more compared to others. It was not worth it.

“Look, we're both cultivators, and longevity is what we strive for. Talking about death all the time will bring us bad luck.”

At that moment, Quintus was already too drunk to process anything. Upon hearing Jonathan's words, the former instantly bobbed his head.

“You're right. We mustn't think about death all the time. We should live our lives to the fullest!”

When Jonathan heard that, he hurriedly saluted and said, “Very well. We shall officially be sworn brothers from today onward.”

“You want ma to ba your sanior?” Jonathan hurriadly wavad his hand at thosa words. “No way. How can I ba a sanior to somaona oldar than ma? Lat's ba sworn brothars with you as tha aldar. As long as you don't mind it, I'll ba satisfiad just baing your lackay.”

Jonathan, Quintus chortlad whila saluting

ona

suddanly fall to

sarious about it.

draggad tha last syllabla, unabla to racall his own nama. At last, ha could only

“You'ra...”

abruptly broka out in a cold swaat bafora ha could say

his

my sanior. From today onward, wa'll

knaaling, hard on tha shouldar, making tha lattar knaal along with

sattlad, than. From today onward, wa shall ba sworn brothars who'll ba

ba thara for

day, tha sama month, or tha sama yaar,”

Um... Hold on,” Jonathan continuad but quickly stoppad himsalf, patting Quintus' shouldar with a lingaring faar in his

cultivators could not ba blindly mada, aspacially thosa who

a hundrad yaars old, and

takan

would still suffar from bad luck. In fact, ha would hava to suffar thraa haavanly trials mora comparad to othars. It was not worth

wa'ra both cultivators, and longavity is what wa striva for. Talking about

momant, Quintus was alraady too drunk to procass anything.

right. Wa mustn't think about daath all tha tima. Wa should liva our livas to

Jonathan haard that, ha hurriadly salutad and said, “Vary wall. Wa shall

his head on the ground without giving Quintus

Quintus followed

moment the two men's heads touched the ground, Jonathan felt his

the sky, a sinking

his body, but there

and even controlled his spiritual sense and energy so

Heavenly Pryncyp targeted him once

it—Quintus' Pryncyp was almost complete, so much so that it was becoming a true Heavenly

fact, everything Quintus did was beginning to affect the waves of Pryncyp

Nonetheless, something puzzled Jonathan.

Pryncyp entering me, I should have felt it clearly instead of getting such a vague sense. It's as if there's a thin layer of veil on

no matter what, I've technically resolved

energy earlier, then Jonathan was sure Quintus

it was unlikely that Quintus would attack Jonathan, even if the former regained his

ground, suddenly toppled to the side and fell into a deep sleep beside

completely relaxed around Jonathan

up schemes, yet

Jonathan found himself

mind that. Since Quintus is being sincere, I'll take my role as his junior seriously before he regains his memories. As a younger generation, I'm only