บท 184: The Top Scholar in Both Martial and Literary Examinations, Di Cang Draws His Saber in Anger in Front of the Heavenly Profound Palace (1)

Lin'an Prefecture, at the foot of Phoenix Mountain.

The Imperial City was outlined by the jade pavilion.

In the depths of a quiet garden, the spring breeze blew gently, raising a sprinkle of petals. The dense hemp spring plums planted in the garden scattered many slender stamens on the limestone path of the garden and landed on the glazed roof of the pavilion among the branches.

The broken plums seemed to have fallen into the sea. A handsome figure wrapped in immortal qi was drinking in the pavilion.

What he drank was not the top-grade Drunken Flowing Clouds specially provided by the winemaker in the palace. There was no spiritual energy, nor was there anything special about it. It was just a simple pot of old yellow wine from the Yanchun Tavern.

Although the wine that was poured out was a little turbid, it had a real and simple taste.