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Kapitel 7

"Is the sword already cleaned?" Lotus's gaze fell on the sharp Azure Nether Sword in Zhan Yu's hand. She reached out and slowly untied her hair tie, a faint smile appearing on her lips.

"It's been a long time since we sparred together. Maybe I'm already much better than you now."

Zhan Yu looked at the lotus flower.

Although her complexion was still slightly pale, she looked much better than when she first returned to the valley, suggesting that she had recovered most of her health.

He lowered the Azure Nether Sword in his hand, picked up the scabbard beside him, and a faint gentleness appeared in his dark eyes. "If you want to spar with me, you'd better be careful."

Night was falling.

Huagu West Garden is located deep in Huagu Valley, far from the hot spring pools. It is completely different from the luxurious North Garden, South Garden, and East Garden. There is only one sturdy stone house here, and the surrounding area is barren with snow.

However, the words "Unauthorized trespassers shall die" inscribed on the stone tablet at the entrance to the West Garden added a touch of grimness to this cold and hard place.

This is a forbidden area in Flower Valley, and only Ye Chuhan is allowed to enter.

A lake-green skirt glides slowly across the emerald green grass.

Ye Chuhan's concubine, Meiji, bit her lip and tiptoed toward the entrance of the West Garden. She could no longer hide her curiosity and came to see for herself.

What secrets are hidden within the West Garden?

However, before she even stepped into the West Garden, a sudden gust of cold wind swept over her. She hurriedly stepped back, and with a "clang," a small jade cup landed on the ground.

In the darkness of the night, a deep voice echoed from the direction of the West Garden, "Get out of here! Take another step forward, and I'll make sure your blood is spilled on the spot!!"

That was Ye Chuhan's voice, transmitted from afar by her profound internal energy.

Mei Ji's face turned deathly pale.

She turned around trembling, like a frightened rabbit, and ran away in a panic, disappearing into the night.

Inside the stone house.

Only a single wick was burning, so the light was dim, and only two figures could be seen, their shadows cast obliquely on the stone wall.

Ye Chuhan sat at a table, holding a wine pot. She filled a jade cup in front of her with fine wine, placed it on the opposite side of the table, and smiled slightly.

"Please have a drink."

Who else in this world could make Ye Chuhan, the powerful leader of the Tianshan Sect who dominates the Western Regions, personally pour wine for them?

On the opposite side of the table.

A person sat stiffly, his face shrouded in the shadows of the stone house, making it impossible to see anything. However, the person's entire body was bound by chains, and his expression was blank, as if he had been petrified.

There's no way he would pick up a glass and drink.

Ye Chuhan seemed unaware that he couldn't drink at all. He picked up the jade cup in front of him and said, "Jade cups enhance the color of wine, and rhinoceros horn cups enhance its aroma. Today, we drink Fenjiu from jade cups, which means we've tasted both the color and aroma, adding a touch of elegance."

He tilted his head back and drank the wine in the jade cup in one gulp.

He drank it all in one gulp, then poured it again from the pot.

He had lost count of how many glasses of wine he had drunk in succession.

The person opposite him sat there silently, like a stone statue, without a sound or even a breath. But he was not dead. If he were really dead, there would have been no need to go through the trouble of chaining him up.

Ye Chuhan finally put down the jade wine cup.

He lowered his eyes, not looking at the person opposite him, but simply closed his eyes slightly. "Back then, you fought desperately for the four great treasures of the world, and now they are all in my possession, except for the Nine Princes Jade of the Murong family in Jiangnan."

"..."

Ye Chuhan opened her eyes, a fleeting, bewitching glint of hatred flashing within them. "So, all you did was fight over these things, subjecting me and her to endless torment, wishing we'd die in the desert, all for these four items—"

Despite his momentary, intense anger!

However, the person sitting opposite him remained calm as ever, with his eyes closed, like a stone statue.

Ye Chuhan's angry gaze slowly turned into one of bewilderment. Without a word, he turned his head, picked up the wine pot again, slowly poured himself a cup of wine, and drank it all in one gulp.

In his entire life, he may never have anyone to drink with again!

"Such fine wine, such a beautiful night view, it's such a pity..."

Slightly tipsy, Ye Chuhan put on his snow-white fox fur coat, pushed open the stone door, and looked up at the cold, round moon in the sky. A lonely and desolate smile appeared in his narrow eyes.

"It seems that in this lifetime, there will never be another time for us to enjoy a drink under the moon."

However, Ye Chuhan did not turn back to look at that person again. He closed the stone door, turned and left, his snow-white fur coat blending into the vast night, gradually disappearing into the distance...

Inside the stone house.

The lamp wick finally flickered and went out silently, leaving only a wisp of smoke that slowly drifted upwards.

The person chained up remained silent, as if dead.

On the table, the wine in the jade cup was incredibly fragrant. Under the moonlight shining through the window, the wine was clear and bright, like the morning dew.