Panlong Lake.
The lake was vast and wide, spanning five hundred li, surrounded by various villages and some well-known taverns, such as "Panlong Tower" and "Yulong Tower" among others...
Panlong Tower stood over ten zhang tall, and from its peak, one could take in the view of Panlong Lake with its vast fog and waves.
It was now dusk, the setting sun dyed the lake a deep red.
Fishermen sang at dusk, their boats returning to harbor for the night.
Fang Xi was holding a gourd of wine, leaning casually against the railing, enjoying the view of the lake.
Although he had already attained Long Life, he also needed to enjoy the pleasures of the moment.
After all, Cultivation was not about turning oneself into a stone devoid of sentiment and passion.
"Young master!"
With clothes fluttering, Mei Changkong appeared behind Fang Xi at some point.
"Speak!"
Fang Xi took a swig of Green Bamboo Wine, saying casually.
