At night, the bright moon hangs in the sky, the sycamores tower above, the mist is hazy. A crane gracefully flew across the moon.
Above the crane, a busy old man, wearing wrinkled clothes, drank too much and took another gulp, raising his head.
"Good, good," he savored the taste with satisfaction, smiling. He waved his hand, and all around him, the spirits and mist were drawn by an invisible force, crazily pouring into the gourd. Then he drank again, more proud.
"Haha, the taste is even better."
"This successful breakthrough, among the old folks at Fang'e, can surely defeat my opponents," the old man said divinely, watching Fang Yuan's world perfectly, munching something, "Yes, find time to visit Fang'e Sect, Linsan Sect, grab a few bottles of Fen Nv wine for him to taste, it feels so grand, hahaha!"
Thus, he swaggered forward, urging the crane ahead.
