The victory banquet did not disperse until deep into the night, and now and then, laughter could still be heard fading into the distance.
Inside the main hall.
Only Yi Feng and the young man in black remained, sitting quietly.
Looking at the mess of cups and dishes strewn across the hall, both wore faint smiles tinged with emotion.
As the young man in black finished the last jug of wine, he shook it, and only a few drops of clear liquor fell into his mouth. A hint of regret flashed in his eyes as he quietly sighed and leaned back against his chair.
He clearly had not drunk to his heart's content.
Yi Feng watched him with a smile. "How about it? Want some more?"
The moment those words fell, the young man raised his eyes with a grin, light sparking in them.
"Bring out some more!"
Yi Feng nodded slightly and continued asking.
"Mm."
"Still Peach Blossom Brew?"
At that, the smile in the young man's eyes deepened.
"Brother, you really get me. Peach Blossom Brew again. I cough if I drink anything else!"
Hearing that, Yi Feng's smile broadened as well. He called out to the disciples guarding the door, and before long, several jars of Peach Blossom Brew were brought in.
The two sat facing each other at the wine table, their eyes full of sentiment.
This scene could not help but bring back memories of the old days. Though they were in a foreign land, the person before them had not changed in the slightest. To find such a kindred spirit in a jianghu tangled with interests—this called for draining a great cup!
They filled the empty bowls before them, clinked them together, and drained them in one gulp.
The young man in black laughed