"A guest from afar has arrived, with the wind and rain of distant lands between his brows... It's been a long time, what made you think of suddenly visiting my Black Wind Village? Could it be that trouble has arisen again?"
Jiang Dali held his cup of wine with a smile, looking at the amber liquid inside.
From outside the window, atop the roof, a voice drifted leisurely, "Everyone in the Martial World knows that the Black Wind Village Chief is incredibly skilled in rough and tough kung fu, but little do they know your mouth is just as sharp, almost divine. You guessed right..."
"If it's a trouble that even Lu Xiaofeng finds bothersome, it must be no small matter."
Jiang Dali faintly smiled, tilted his head back to drain the cup of wine, and laughed, "Nothing beats a cup in hand, how often does one see the moon hanging full in the sky?
If you've come to drink with me, you're welcome to do so, but if you're bringing trouble, I truly do not wish to see you."
