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Chen Xiaojun slowly gathered his mind and opened his eyes. The gloom of the quiet room enveloped him, with only the Nethersea Seven Kill Sword on his knees giving off a faint blue glow, reflecting the settled depth in his gaze.
He felt a little tired, but his mind was unusually clear.
He rose, loosened his slightly stiff muscles and bones, pushed open the heavy stone door, and walked toward the courtyard.
Sure enough, before he even got close, he heard faint voices in conversation and a few bursts of hearty laughter.
Rounding a corner, the scene in the courtyard came into view.
Zhu Wuneng's burly frame occupied most of a stone stool. Du Gu Fu was leaning back at an angle, Ma Liang was gesturing about something, and Qiu Qingquan, An Mingyuan, and Yuan Run were there as well. The group sat around a sturdy stone table.
Scattered across the table were some dried fruit shells and a few simple side dishes. Most eye-catching was a rough, dark-brown earthenware wine bottle, along with the wine in the cup before each person, which showed a strange amber color.
Under the light of the Spirit Tool Lamp, that color looked especially mellow, faintly giving off a unique scent mixed with medicinal herbs and ore.
Chen Xiaojun walked over, and the sound of his footsteps startled them.
"Young Master!" Zhu Wuneng was the first to see him, and he broke into a grin.
"Sixth Brother!" Ma Liang also stopped speaking and greeted him with a smile.
Qiu Qingquan, An Mingyuan, and the others also rose or nodded in greeting.
Chen Xiaojun's gaze fell on the wine bottle and the amber wine. He asked, "What wine is this?"
Qiu Qingquan picked up his own cup and swirled it,