When the white-haired Murong Longtu returned, he brought a pot of wine by himself, not a fine wine, but a branch of spring from Jiangnan. What made it valuable was the surprise that it could even be found here, which delighted Murong Longtu.
The old man poured himself a cup of wine and sat alone under the tree, drinking in the moonlight.
The bright moon was in the sky, a veil-like moonlight cascading down, casting the old man's shadow in another place, as if it too were raising a cup, thus his solo drinking seemed to have a touch of conviviality and exhilaration.
Li Guanyi was brought over by Shaking Light, and aside from her, no one else had noticed the carefree old man. The silver-haired girl, standing behind Li Guanyi, stretched out her hand and forcefully pushed on his shoulder, urging the young man to head over there.
Shaking Light herself stood there, signaling Li Guanyi to go over by himself.
