The Sun hung high in the sky, the mountain breeze blew, and the leaves rustled.
"Fool Li, I didn't expect to see you so soon! Haha! I think you might be a little bored!"
Lin Bai laughed as he walked to the mound. He held a cloth bag in his left hand. The bottom of the cloth bag was seeping with scarlet blood, dyeing half of the cloth bag red. From time to time, a few drops of blood would fall down, and his right hand held a bottle of wine.
"I don't know if it suits your taste."
Lin Bai sat cross-legged in front of the mound. He took out the bottle of wine and opened it. Immediately, a fragrance assailed his nostrils. He poured the wine in front of the mound and drank the rest in one gulp.
The entire night of fighting and fleeing had made Lin Bai extremely tired. Now that the good wine had entered his throat, it made his body feel warm and comfortable. His mind also became a little clearer.