The White Swordsman

Practicing cultivation

The moon was very bright in the sky, and the stars were scattered all over the sky. The cold breeze was not to be outdone. On this cold night, Jin Long sat pensively under the bright moonlight. A bottle of wine became his companion in the silence of the night. As if not to be left behind, it was the wine that kept him alive. Without the wine who knows what would have happened to Jin Long as his condition weakened over time. At least the wine became his strength in the middle of this winter.

I don't know how many glasses Jin Long has drunk, but it's clear that tonight he will stay up late to finish his stock of wine from yesterday, only to buy new stock tomorrow. A few seconds later Fu Jiu arrives and joins Jin Long sitting in front of the porch looking up at the sky.

The two of them were still silent, neither of them starting an argument first. Until the next second, Jin Long turned his head toward Fu Jiu and offered her a glass of wine. But Fu Jiu politely refused. Getting a refusal f