This feast went from morning till night, then from night to morning. They finished pot after pot in big gulps. When dawn arrived but the world was still engulfed in darkness, Lei Chen became drunk. He picked up his pot, drank a mouthful from it, and when he put it down, he closed his eyes.
Su Ming also put down his pot of wine and looked at the Dark Mountain Tribe around him. He watched the lights from the lamps, but there was a barrier between him and that place. However… Su Ming knew that if he tore through that barrier, he would be able to become one with the place.
Yet… he sighed softly. At the instant Su Ming began tracing the rim of the pot, he closed his eyes.
"Lei Chen, we were brothers in our previous life. In this life… I will finish drinking this pot of wine with you," he murmured.