The wine in the Thousand-Bucket Pot was extraordinary indeed. This was Yi Shuyuan's first time opening it to taste the contents since the Great Toad King had given it to him. Though he and Jiang Lang had sampled many fine wines between heaven and earth, the wine in this pot remained a rare treasure by comparison.
Yi Shuyuan casually explained a few of the Thousand-Bucket Pot's benefits, and Jiang Lang already could not bear to put it down. It not only stored wine but blended different wines within it. For someone whose tastes it suited, this treasure was worth more than many rarer possessions.
He had still been sulking when they first met, but after three rounds of drinks, Jiang Lang was all smiles, delighted beyond measure.
As Jiang Lang put it, he could settle Dragonkind's affairs and get a fine treasure and plenty of good wine into the bargain. Wasn't it perfectly natural to be happy?
The delicacies on the table had been swept away like clouds before a gale. Jiang Lang was still pouring wine for Yi Shuyuan, then raised his cup and clinked it against his.
"Old Yi, we've pretty much finished eating. I think it's time to pay our respects to Dragon Lord Ao!"
Yi Shuyuan drained his cup, then smiled.
"Brother Jiang, where do you think we are?"
Jiang Lang froze briefly, then jolted, sobering up in an instant. He finally realized something and looked around. The snow-covered scenery of Mount Great Autumn seemed to have vanished without his noticing.
All around him was the lush green of spring, with the occasional patch of red among the mountains. Birds flew past now and then, bringing bursts of cheerful song.
Perhaps it was the wine, or perhaps Dragonkind's innate strength made them insensitive to temperature; only