"When did you, Jiang Ze, also become so sentimental? It's not like you at all. Since we're reunited, let me treat you to a pot of wine," Xu Ziming laughed, untying the wine gourd hanging from his waist and tossing it to Jiang Ze.
Jiang Ze caught the wine gourd and smiled wryly, "Haha, I didn't expect I'd be less free-spirited than you. Your state of mind alone is worth a drink." After finishing his words, he opened the gourd and took a swig of the strong liquor, then gently exhaled and uttered, "Refreshing."
"The two of you haven't seen each other for twenty years, yet now it seems you cherish each other's company." At that moment, a cold voice rang out from a distance as a woman dressed in white slowly approached. She was beautiful, with a heroic spirit between her brows, holding a long sword in her hand.
