"Do you remember that year's Plum Meeting?"
Guo Nanshan said while looking at You Siluo, "We, a bunch of young disciples, sat by the Star Lake and talked all night by the bonfire."
Recalling the fragrant wine smell and the visions they talked about that night, You Siluo let out a smile; but soon his smile faded away when he thought of the death of Cultivationist Luo Huainan.
The Cultivation tournament of that year's Plum Meeting was very intense, and the final results had been determined only at the very end.
The disciples of the Green Mountain Sect, the Center Sect, the Water-Moon Nunnery, the Great Marsh, and various other sects sat by the lake, taking a rest.
Somebody barbecued a sheep and produced a jar of wine.
That jar was a magic treasure, so the wine in it couldn't be completely consumed no matter how many people drank from it.