"Woo woo woo…"
Outside the Bamboo Tower, the howling sounds pierce the ears as the wind and snow become increasingly harsh.
Inside the Bamboo Tower, the lamplight flickers dimly, spreading a warm, soft yellow glow. The pleasing melody of a bamboo flute emanates, permeating the space with warmth.
Lu Wufei and the Ancestor of Demons, Hu Yue, sit across from each other at a bamboo table.
Several dishes of delicate snacks, a pot of wine, and two transparent wine glasses are placed on the table.
Lu Wufei watches as Hu Yue pours him a drink for the first time.
Lu Wufei raises his wine glass. The vibrant red Blood Bodhi wine smells richly aromatic. He asks, "Now that your business is done, Ancestor, are you heading back to the North?"
"Somewhat like..."
Hu Yue downs his wine with one gulp, responding casually.
From the relaxed expression on his face, Lu Wufei can guess that he's telling the truth, just as he suspected.
However, he doesn't have to delve into it.
