C37 The Godslaying Blade

Beneath the pitch-black night, a solitary beam of light cast a glow over a ten-meter radius.

The trio sipped wine and savored the succulent lamb, a taste truly beyond compare.

Lang Yi's cheeks flushed, his speech slurred, eyes glazed with inebriation.

Yet, with each drink, his excitement grew, and he even began to belt out poetry.

"Ah, the earth, you are so vast. Ah, the sea