After several long cries, the mountains gradually fell quiet again. Standing atop the peak, Jiang Lang looked around once more, but still saw no sign of movement. Loneliness and disappointment crept across his face, and he murmured to himself.
"Old Yi, oh, Old Yi, you're really chilling my heart here."
Grief tinged Jiang Lang's voice. He lowered his head slightly and fell silent for a while, then stole another look around. Finding nothing had changed, he gave a soft sigh.
Jiang Lang walked toward the pavilion behind him and gently exhaled. All the ice and snow around it turned to powder and blew away, like a flurry of fine snow.
Once Jiang Lang sat down in the pavilion, he shook his sleeve, and a food box flew out.
"People often say that friendship between gentlemen is as mild as water, and that a chance reunion brings joy beyond measure. Ah... Xue Tian, come sit down."
Xue Tian froze for a moment before hurrying over. Jiang Lang had already opened the food box, revealing fine wine and delicious dishes that were still steaming hot.
"These are from Lakeview Tower by Longwind Lake. Have a couple of drinks with me. Hmm, your hair is so long-you're not a monk, are you?"
Xue Tian hesitated before sitting at the table. But just as Jiang Lang laid out the dishes, someone set a slender-necked wine pot on the table.
"This pot stores wine and refines it within. A hundred jars poured into it can yield a thousand buckets, hence its name, the Thousand-Bucket Pot. It's a masterpiece the Great Toad King spent years painstakingly developing, modeled after an ancient artifact from legend, and a rare treasure in this world. How about I give you this pot and its wine as an apology?"
The moment