บท 1158: Being Trapped

When the golden sun set in the west, the night fell. Only 1/3 of turbid wine was left in the bottle unconsciously under the old peach tree in the Sincerity Garden, emperor's imperial city...

Xuanyuan Hill was very large. The wild swans had not reached Gold and Power Market yet; therefore, Han Yuanhong had not heard the noise drifting from outside the auction house.

Meng Shidao and Han Zhengfang were having a drink on both sides of the stony table while talking with each other.

The so-called stony table was actually a time-honored stone mill composed of two parts.