The winter night is crisp, the rain and snow, boundless.
The divine peak reveals a triple-sky once again, the higher the peak, the fiercer the snow.
In the Heavenly Pillar Stone Cave, the warmth of the lotus lantern spreads, a pool of lamp shadow stretching the silhouettes of the two people onto the stone walls.
The shadow light slightly wavers, like reeds against the sky, swaying with the wind.
Upon closer inspection, cups and wine vessels intersect in the shadows, each to their own drink.
Lan merely tasted, then saw the ethereal youth seated opposite her, draining his cup in one gulp, picking up poisonous insects with his chopsticks, his movements hearty as if enjoying delicacies.
For a moment, she was slightly entranced.
Who in the world, when speaking of the Five Poisons Cult, does not keep their distance?
Who dares to drink the wine of the Five Poisons Cult Hierarch?
After hearing her voice, how many unsightly reactions have been seen?
