Another direction.
The north wind howled.
Ice and snow stretched endlessly.
Halfway up a mountain.
An elderly man in a blue robe sat cross-legged here, shaking the wine gourd in his hand, pouring the last sip of wine into his mouth, then exhaling a long breath, white mist spreading, smacking his lips again.
"No more wine, drank it too fast. Damn, it's always gone at the most exciting moments."
He was left wanting more, hanging the black wine gourd back onto his waist, and then, with a smile, he looked towards the ancient mirror in front of him.
The mirror appeared mysterious and unfathomable, reflecting scenes that did not belong to this location.
None other than Jiang Shi and others far away, countless miles away.
The battle was intensely fierce, causing chaos in the world, large rocks like stars, space was blurring.
Even with this Divine Mirror, he found it hard to see clearly what was happening.
He clicked his tongue repeatedly.
