Although the sky was dark, Mountain Lord Dongming, Wang Cheng, was in an extremely good mood because his master had arrived at Cheng'an Prefecture.
"Master, try this." Wang Cheng warmly carried a jar of fine wine.
In a pavilion by the side, a white-robed woman leaned against the railing with a wine glass in hand as she watched the fish swimming freely in the pool.
"What wine is it this time?" The white-robed woman glanced at it.
Wang Cheng chuckled. "I know you like fine wine, Master. I've been collecting fine wine all these years. This jar is Hundred Flowers Wine that has been sealed for 50 years."
As he spoke, he placed the jar on the table.
"Wang Cheng, thank you." The white-robed woman smiled. "You know my preferences well."
"If Master likes it, I will naturally work hard to find it," Wang Cheng said ingratiatingly.
"I'm somewhat disappointed seeing you," the white-robed woman commented softly.