Jiang Yun raised a hand and opened a jar of immortal brew he had treasured for years. A rich aroma of wine immediately spread through the air, as though it would intoxicate all of Mount Tai.
The two sat atop Mount Tai, casting aside all their identities and worries. Like two ordinary mortal brothers, they drank and chatted, sharing their experiences and stories from the past years.
"Cousin, has your Source truly turned into irreversible darkness?"
"What? Are you afraid?"
"Hahaha, how could that be? Black or white, all I know is that you're my cousin. That hasn't changed."
After several rounds of drinks, the mood grew increasingly lively.
"I'd buy osmanthus blossoms and load them with wine, but it would never be like wandering in our youth."
"Cousin, before Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin appeared, I never imagined that when we brothers met again on Mount Tai, it would be five thousand years later. And instead of discussing how to grow a company, we'd be pursuing the Grand Dao!"
Ye Fan's eyes had already grown hazy with drunkenness. He gazed toward the place where Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin had fallen all those years ago, his eyes filled with memories and emotion.
That scene which had changed his fate seemed as though it had happened only yesterday, so close at hand. Yet now, everything had changed beyond recognition.
"The twists and turns of life are ever-changing. Everything from the past feels like a dream. I never imagined I would witness Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin with my own eyes!"
Ye Fan's words stirred Jiang Yun's memories. He appeared drunk on wine, but in truth, something had touched his heart, and his thoughts gradually drifted away.
Scenes from those years continuously surfaced in his mind. Those thrilling adventures, those unforgettable