They talked. Sitted in the finery of a grape plantation filled with climbing vines somewhere nearby, it was like a picnic. The battles around them provided ample entertainment as they lazily observed the battles, betting and predicting the results.
It was unknown where Li Luo found two cups from, but Kong Xiang made a bottle of sweet wine from the grapes and they drank, catching up on old times.
"You don't remember anything at all?" Li Luo's face turned somber when Kong Xiang's tales reached the incident at the Wildlands, Temple of Records.
