C1857 The Karma of Fate

Gulp, gulp, gulp. ...

The muddy wine flowed down the wine gourd and fell onto the snow. In the blink of an eye, the dirty wine gourd was mostly empty.

The young man, who had drenched most of his body, couldn't care less about his aching body. He didn't care about wiping off the snow on his face. He crawled up from the ground as if he had gone crazy and tried to pick up the wine gourd