The wind atop Dragon Realm Mountain seemed to carry the rich aroma of wine.

Lin Jichen held a bronze wine pot engraved with sea beast patterns, listening to Wan Yincai vividly recounting the amusing stories of Hai Ruhua and Hu Hui, unable to suppress his laughter.

His laughter was clear and resonant, like a mountain stream flowing over green stones, dispelling the biting cold at the mountain's peak.

His eyes and brows were filled with joy, even the fingers holding the wine pot trembled slightly, causing the liquid inside to ripple gently, reflecting the warmth in his eyes.