Wang Lin held the wine jug in his hand as he watched the gradually passing boat. The zither music entered his ears as if he had returned to hundreds of years ago.
However, this zither music only had the sound without the charm from back then. The person playing the zither was no longer the blind woman from back then...
After drinking a sip of wine, Wang Lin sighed. "The Demon Emperor is caring."
The middle-aged man didn't speak. The two of them just sat by the river and drank one jug after another...
The sun set and the earth was shrouded in darkness. There was no moon tonight.
The only thing that remained was the sound of the zither and the flickering light form the boat on the river.
Time slowly passed, and the sun appeared over the east, making the darkness fade. At the side of the river, Wang Lin was surrounded by empty wine jugs.