章節 63: Sixty-three, this is against ethics, master.

The crowd was startled to see his gaze suddenly turn sharp.

Some noticed the sudden change in Shen Yanqing's aura and silently retreated a few steps.

Shen Yanqing suddenly sat up straight, snatched a wine jug from someone next to him, and poured it down his own throat.

But no matter how much he drank, his heart still ached.

He became agitated, vaguely trying to grasp at something, and he opened his mouth, but the name that came out was completely unfamiliar— "Sangmo."

Who was Sangmo?

Why would he call out this name?

Shen Yanqing stood up in a daze, looking around, but still couldn't see the face he wanted to see.

In a confusion of mind, countless memories flooded into his brain like a tide.

The tumultuous thunder tribulation, the gigantic grapevines, and... a jet-black crane with a bright red crest on its head.

The crane spread its wings toward him and suddenly transformed into a young girl dressed in blue.