Prophet

Crack!

In the sky, dark clouds were dense. From time to time, lightning would flash, illuminating the mountains and rivers until they were pale. It alarmed countless birds and beasts, causing them to tremble.

At this moment, Qin Jue was leaning against a stone, drinking wine and eating meat while talking to the old man. He looked relaxed and content, completely unaffected by his surroundings.

"Hahaha, I haven't been this happy in a long time."

The old man who called himself Old Mo stroked his long beard and laughed towards the sky. "Come, let's drink to our hearts' content today!"

Then, Old Mo took out a few pots of spirit wine and placed them beside him, looking as if he would not leave until he was drunk.

Qin Jue naturally wouldn't refuse, so the two of them drank together.