Yongfeng Ancient Pagoda, in front of the forest cabin.

The bottle is empty, and the fragrance of wine is still diffuse in the woods. No one speaks, and the whole space seems very quiet.

Ye Dun gazed at his ancestors, and he could feel the regretless thoughts in those words. He was willing to wipe out the wreckage for the prosperity of the Sixiang ancient people and give him the Yongfeng ancient pagoda. It was a great move.

"I promise you." Leaf dust took a deep breath, nodded heavily and looked equally firm.

The old man smiled satisfactorily, returned to his seat, brushed his hand, took out several pots of...