"A traveling knight meets the flying dust; his golden whip points to the iron-gray horse. Fame and fortune lie thousands of miles away, yet my thoughts dwell in a cup of wine... What fine liquor, such joy to match this exhilarating occasion it seems we ought to drink another large jar to do it justice, hahaha."
The fragrance of wine wafted through the air, and Xiao Feng's boisterous laughter echoed across the sky. When it came to fighting for his country, his blood was boiling.
Jiang Dali quietly drank his wine, admitting to himself that he didn't possess Hero Xiao's generous spirit; he couldn't muster the same enthusiastic fervor.
Perhaps this was why he never considered himself a person of Song Country.
Equally unruffled was Lu Xiaofeng, who lounged nearby, neither sitting up straight nor standing, instead lying down as he drank.
Murong Qingqing was pouring wine, her black fingertips flicked the wine jar.
