Hearing a voice he hadn't heard in a thousand years, Huang Fu's tears flowed freely. He stood up and thrust the flagless pole into the ground. He straightened his back and walked step by step toward the back mountain.
「The back mountain.」
Before four graves, The Supreme Emperor sat cross-legged. The once almighty figure that seemed invincible now looked especially desolate.
Huang Fu knelt on one knee and said respectfully, "Huang Fu pays his respects, Supreme Emperor!"
"Come, sit." Xu Lai didn't turn his head. He simply took out another cup and poured some wine. "My Master brewed this one hundred thousand years ago. Try it."
One hundred thousand years ago! Master!
Just two words, yet they stirred a tempest in Huang Fu's heart. He solemnly took the cup, which smelled of nothing special, and drained it in one gulp.
The taste… was very bitter, very astringent.
It was far worse than the cheap liquor sold by mortals in the street alleys.
