C1337 The Closed Door.

At the top of the Monarch Tomb Cliff, Ming Jiutian was sitting cross-legged on the lid of a Stone Coffin. He was looking at the starry sky in the distance, and beside him was a jar of wine.

This wine was not as simple as the aged wine that Ming Jiutian had collected. It was a rare strong wine.

The spiciness of the wine was incomparable, but the aftertaste was endless