Yan Qi laughed heartily, saying that claiming to be number one was not satisfactory, it was a waste of time for nothing! Situ Yi also laughed, saying that being number one was a joyful event, and it was time to host a banquet! So the two scoundrels watching the fun joined in, emptying the painter's pocket money to buy wine. Yan Qi slapped the table and cursed, saying they were not willing to spend money and that's why they pushed the title to him, knowing it would be better to be first as a joke!
Everyone laughed, jeered, smiled, softly laughed, those smiles dispersed in the wine glasses, drifting away with the drunken idle talk, forever sealed in a summer night ten years ago. But now there was no wine or laughter, only the cold and harsh battlefield, where a man in white robe and tall hat gazed at the divine general, uttering a cold, wintry curse.
"It's not like back then!"
