The land rejuvenated, and all things revived.
That gentle wind swept across the world, softening a fraction of the sorrow.
On Yun Hua Daoist Officer's Way, there was a small tavern.
Five or six tables, sporadically occupied by diverse figures from the martial world, merchants, and armed escorts, were murmur amongst themselves in hushed tones.
A man in a black robe straddled a long wooden bench, noisily cracking open the melon seeds in his hand.
Opposite him sat a white-haired elder, whose face was as withered as tree bark and eyes as cloudy as murky waters. A treasure sword rested by the table, and a wine gourd was fastened at his waist.
These two were none other than An Jing and Lou Xiangzhen.
"Guest, your wine is here."
At this moment, a limping cripple approached unsteadily, carrying a jar of wine in his hand.
Fine wine!
Even before the wine was served, An Jing detected a refreshing fragrance that delighted the heart and the senses.
"Gulp!"
