The city below the mountain finally returned to silence; even the liveliest fireworks must end at some point. The two people halfway up the mountain suddenly felt that, after all the prosperity had dissipated, it was particularly desolate. One of them could not get drunk, and the other could no longer drink, each with their own worries.
As the city quieted and the lights became sparse, Xu Wenwu finally staggered to his feet, saying, "I must... be going! Tonight, chatting with you has... been quite enjoyable..."
Wei Yuan looked helpless; the two of them had essentially remained silent in the latter half of the night, each pondering their own thoughts, hardly speaking a few words. How could this be considered a good conversation?
Xu Wenwu waved at Wei Yuan, then directly flew into the sky, but with a loud bang, he hit an invisible barrier and bounced back heavily to the ground!
