Ye Lin gazed at the giant white snake in the sky. Zuo Feng already knew the identity of the newcomer. The last time this snake appeared, he had lost his own consciousness. But Ding Hao had once told him that this was the only magical beast mount in the Ye Lin Empire, and the one who possessed this demon beast was none other than his master, "Drunken Madman" Xing Yezui.
Standing on top of the snake was a middle-aged man. The man wore a yellowish white coarse cloth garment. His lean and tall figure was burdened with several wine jugs on his back, especially the gigantic wine barrel on his back, which was particularly eye-catching.
"Little fellow, you really know how to run. If it weren't for my old friend's exceptionally keen sense of smell, you might have managed to slip away."
