Tonight is Zhang Zidao’s last day in the mortal world.
During the day, he tasted sweets from all over the world; now he wants to drink wines from all over the world.
The old man’s Haotian Peak has countless fine wines, and he only brought up there.
I’m not one to drink, but when I sll the aroma from the jars of wine,
I couldn’t help but crave it a little, yet I didn’t dare to recklessly drink his wine.
Afraid the wine’s vintage is too long, and its strength is sothing I can’t resist.
"Good apprentice, take good care of this." Zhang Zidao emptied a jar of Jade Liquid, and pulled out a Copper Seal from the wine jar.
I took the Copper Seal, looking at the Nine-Fold Seal Script on it, unable to understand its aning at the mont, "What is this??"
"Even though Zhang Jia beca the family head and has the Family Head Seal, I’m just a mascot without real power." Zhang Zidao opened another jar of wine and gulped down several mouthfuls, "This item is my personal seal, the Family Head Seal is nothing in front of it."
"Master, don’t worry, I will take good care of it." I clutched the seal tightly and promised solemnly.
The room was elegant and solemn, much like my first impression of Zhang Zidao’s character.
Looking up through the open skylight, you could see the sparse stars in the night sky.
The ground was littered with empty jars of wine, and Zhang Zidao’s belly seed like an endless pit.
It just couldn’t be filled, and he didn’t even need to relieve himself.
Suddenly, Zhang Zidao let out a particularly loud burp, "Wanwan, why... do you cultivate?"
"I don’t know." I replied honestly to Zhang Zidao.
From beginning to end, I never thought about cultivating, I just sohow set foot on this path.
Zhang Zidao started to undo his belt, and I was scared to death.
Hurriedly, I turned my body away.
Behind , I heard the sound of running water.
That old man!
He actually relieved himself in front of his female apprentice, how shaless.
For a long, long ti, the sound of water didn’t stop.
I thought it was like a mountain flood, wondering if this room would be flooded.
Suddenly, I felt a tap on my back.
I thought he wouldn’t be shaless enough to call while urinating, so I turned around.
Only to see Zhang Zidao holding a bottle that resembled a Colored Glaze Immortal Vase, with grape wine continuously pouring out of it.
It was that fresh dry white wine, and no matter what, it never emptied.
So, Zhang Zidao asked , "Good apprentice, why does the wine in this jug never run out?"
"This is Qiankun Technique, in ancient tis the Mystic Sect had magic tricks, there’s also the Displacent Technique, the flower vase woman." I had seen similar arts before and was quite used to it.
Zhang Zidao frowned tightly, "I was afraid of running out of wine in the future, so I packed it... packed a bit too much, it’s really annoying."
As soon as he finished speaking, the last drop of wine fell from the jug.
A key fell out from the jug.
He handed the key to , saying it was for opening the Haotian Peak Scripture Pavilion.
He told I could study any Mysterious Art I wanted, and Dumpling could also co to Haotian Peak to study.
At this mont, it felt like he was giving his last words before dying.
My eyes couldn’t help getting wet, soaked with tears.
Images flashed through my mind like a slideshow, from eting Zhang Zidao to him guiding along the journey, it felt like a dream.
Not knowing what virtue or ability I possess to et such a ntor.
"Good apprentice, answer again now, why do you want to cultivate?" Zhang Zidao, eyes glazed with intoxication, looked at , as if he were exploring the mysteries of the universe.
I steadied myself, and the mory of falling into the Nether Pond surfaced in my mind, blurting out an answer closest to the truth, "I... don’t want to die; I want to live long, to live a bit longer."
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