"I only feared that my constant drinking with you might hinder your cultivation, Fellow Daoist. That's why I intended to offer some advice earlier.

"But I could see you're a man who understands himself. So I held my tongue."

Sima Changkong rested a moment, recovering some energy before continuing.

Li Fan's eyes flickered slightly, but he said nothing. He simply arranged his features into an expression of chagrin. "Brother Sima, your sincere words from the heart shame me deeply!"

"Hah! If you keep up such posturing, Fellow Daoist, you're truly treating me as a stranger!" Sima Changkong feigned outrage.

Li Fan could only sigh and fall silent.

After this heart-to-heart exchange, the bond between the two men deepened considerably. 

After another half-cup...