Chapter 581
From ancient times till now, Saints and Sages were often lonely, only those who indulge in drinking are remembered in the annals… However, neither Cheng Dalei nor Li Xingzai had the state of mind of an old white-haired fisherman by the river, who was content to watch the autumn moon and spring breeze. They were still struggling in the mundane world, hustling and bustling about for something.
That night, they both drank copiously. Cheng Dalei departed, completely drunk, just as dawn broke on the next day. He ordered a small boat set with his black ox and they headed for the shore.
Day had not yet dawned, and the drunkenness still hung over them. Li Xingzai stood at the front of the boat, watching Cheng Dalei's retreating figure.
