The once lively Qing Mao mountain had turned into a world of ice and snow. Such a change had long attracted the attention and investigations of nearby forces. In these few months, news of Qing Mao mountain being destroyed had gradually spread far.
"I don't dare to recall, every time I think of it, it feels so painful." Fang Yuan sat down, his face full of grief.
"Servants, bring the wine." Seeing Fang Yuan unwilling to speak, Bai clan leader did not pursue the matter, but ordered her servants to bring two vats of wine.
Bai Ning Bing was indifferent, she never drank wine, only water.
Fang Yuan opened the seal immediately, gulping and drinking a mouthful as his tears fell once again.
Bai clan leader was stunned: "Junior, why are you crying again?"
"Your clan's wine is intoxicating, but it makes me recall our green bamboo wine and of those days when I drank on Qing Mao mountain." Fang Yuan wiped his tears as he said.