"Carefree Days in the Mortal World"
"Good wine, good food, and a good mood!"
"Not bad, not bad!"
The old man was eating with great relish. Even his beard bounced merrily.
"Don't just eat. What about the story?"
"What story?"
"What do you want to hear?" the old man asked offhandedly as he drank.
"Tell me about your past."
"You're a mighty expert. Why do you like being a beggar?"
"And this Broken Sword must have a story too, right?" Chen Changan asked curiously.
At Chen Changan's words, the old man paused mid-drink, and his expression seemed to turn grave.
"What?"
"Don't want to tell me?" Chen Changan furrowed his brow, growing even more curious.
The old man pondered briefly, then looked at Chen Changan with a solemn expression and said, "I'm out of wine."
"You're getting on in years, but you sure drink fast."
"Here."
When it came to resources in the Immortal Ancient Domain, Chen Changan might not have much. But fine wine and food? He had an endless supply.
After all, these things were commonplace in the Small World inside him. He could take out as much as he wanted, whenever he wanted.
When the old man saw Chen Changan take out two more jars of fine wine, his eyes lit up.
"Old man, if you can't come up with a story, these two jars will be the last wine you drink in your life."
"Don't get me wrong. I'm not saying you're going to die. This wine simply won't ever appear again."
The old man paid no attention to what Chen Changan had said and first took a sip of the fine wine.
"Mmm, not bad, not bad."
"Alas, I've lived too long. I can't remember a lot of things."
"Who am I... I've forgotten that