"A friend... an old friend."
Xuantong slowly leaned back against the dragon throne. His eyes grew dim as the effects of the Thousand-Year Flower Wine surged forth, gradually dragging his consciousness into the abyss.
Mu Yu saw Xuantong fall asleep against the dragon throne. She did not make another sound, instead standing quietly in the hall and waiting for Xuantong to awaken.
When Xuantong fell asleep, his consciousness arrived in another space.
This place was a vast, snow-white world, its air filled with grayish-white mist that refused to disperse.
Xuantong walked forward with the wine pot in hand. Breaking through the clouds and mist, he saw an ancient tree as white as jade blooming in the space ahead. Its trunk was gnarled and rugged, its roots coiled like dragons as they plunged into the earth, and its enormous crown blotted out the sky and sun... Yet it was worth mentioning that this jade tree had not a single leaf.
Beneath the ancient jade tree, a white-robed man sat cross-legged with his eyes slightly closed, an ethereal aura radiating from him.
When he sensed Xuantong's arrival, he slowly opened his eyes, his expression calm.
"Lin Bai, I brought you some wine."
Xuantong walked over and sat beneath the ancient tree, handing the Thousand-Year Flower Wine to Lin Bai.
Lin Bai did not accept the wine from Xuantong. Instead, he asked directly, "What about the Giant God?"
Xuantong smiled. "Dead. I personally cut off his head with a single sword strike!"
Upon learning the answer, Lin Bai let out a long breath, and the tension in his expression gradually eased, as if a massive stone in his heart had finally hit the ground.
Seeing Lin Bai's look of relief, Xuantong frowned and asked in confusion, "Are those people really that important to