She could still remember that it contained the Blood Moon Elder's favorite alcohol.
The Blood Moon Elder had asked Ye Qingtang to drink together a few times. However, Ye Qingtang did not agree as she was not a drinker.
She opened the bottle and turned her wrist down to pour the alcohol onto the floor.
One glass to the immortal soul.
One glass to the smile that she could still remember.
"Friend… rest… in peace…"
Ye Qingtang's face was pale, and a mouthful of blood spurted from her mouth.
Ye Qingtang then poured the alcohol into her mouth.
She could feel that the familiar figure of the Blood Moon Elder also raised his glass and smiled. He clinked his glass with her and drank everything at one shot.
One glass to the soil.
One glass to us.
Farewell, my friend.
