The morning sun rose, casting a splendid array of dawn light.
The mountain mist wasn't very dense and was easily penetrated by the sword-like sunlight.
Bright Moon Tavern, a place within the Sect Alliance where information flowed extremely smoothly.
A middle-aged man with a horse-like face clad in black Martial Artist attire raised his bowl filled with strong liquor, casually listening to the conversations around him.
This horse-faced middle-aged man was named Bo Qi, an ordinary True Transmission of Phoenix Creek Sect. He had a tall build, much sturdier than his peers, exuding a hint of fierceness.
Yet at this moment, his brows were tightly furrowed, guzzling down liquor, exhibiting a carefree but somewhat helpless charm, much like one who believes in enjoying the wine today and worrying about tomorrow later.
"Alas, my luck is really terrible. Why did I get drafted to the battlefield?"
