'Raise the cup and toast to the moon, my shadow, the moon, and I count as three people."
Drinking alone under the moonlight was indeed elegant. Ji Wuyou, in a golden robe, sat in the courtyard as he poured himself a cup of delicious wine. The clear, transparent wine shone brightly under the moonlight.
He picked up his cup and slowly tasted the wine inside, his actions elegant and fitting to his royal status.
Even though there was no one around him, his actions and attitude remained unchanged as if his elegance and nonchalance were habits that had been carved into his bones.
Just then, a shadow appeared in this courtyard like a ghost, landing in front of his table. The shadow proceeded to get down on one knee respectively.
"What information did you get?" Ji Wuyou asked casually, and the black shadow approached him and whispered into his ear.
