Where Did That Damn Dog Come From

Ten thousand years.

The seas transformed into mulberry fields, and all things changed. Even dynasties were no exception. The once-imperious Dongling Dynasty had eventually fallen into ruin.

Yi Feng, who had been imprisoned underground for ten thousand years without seeing the light of day, finally saw the sun again.

He rushed back to his small mountain village with desperate impatience.

But the village of the past was long gone. All that remained was an immovable statue standing on the hilltop, gazing into the distance.

He did not cry.

There was not even a trace of emotion on his face.

He didn't even utter a single word about how much he missed her.

He simply planted his sword into the ground nearby and sat down quietly beside the stone statue. And this sit lasted for a hundred years.

Over the century, he recounted every single event that had happened since he first entered the Dongling Dynasty...

It was as if he were not facing a stone statue, but a living, breathing person who had been waiting for him.

Springs passed and autumns came.

He didn't leave out a single detail.

When he talked about using his wits to obtain crucial intelligence for the Mingyue Dynasty, a proud smile of seeking praise would appear on his face, making him look somewhat childish.

He did not resent the Mingyue Dynasty.

That was his own choice back then.

Although he didn't know if his intelligence had actually been useful, he knew that a war between the Mingyue Dynasty and the Dongling Dynasty had indeed been avoided.

He also talked about how he was eventually discovered, and even shared amusing anecdotes from the bottom of the dungeon, including a rat he had claimed as his brother.

It was just a pity that it had only been his brother for three months before dying a tragic death in a mousetrap.

"Look, spring is here again."

In the distance, the dense mountains and forests were filled with the fragrance of spring and brimming with vibrant greenery.

Yi Feng stood up, brushed aside a nearby patch of weeds, plucked a bright flower from a thorny branch, and tucked it behind her ear.

He gently stroked her hair.

"So beautiful."

A smile graced his face.

"I promised to introduce you to my brothers, and I promised to show you the mountains and rivers of the world," Yi Feng smiled gently. "If you don't want to walk, I will carry you on my back..."

And so it was.

The world gained a man who carried a stone statue on his back.

Wherever he went, the statue went.

One man, one sword, and one statue left their footprints all over the world.

A massive city drifting with the aroma of wine.

It was named Warm Wine City.

Everyone in the city loved wine, and some experts would even travel thousands of miles just to have a sip of wine here.

A man carrying a stone statue sat down on the second floor of an inn. Looking out the window, he had a panoramic view of the blooming peach blossoms in the distance.

He ordered two sets of bowls and chopsticks, and two pots of wine.

No one cast strange glances at his eccentricity.

In this cultivation world, especially in Warm Wine City, there were all kinds of people, and such sights were no longer considered strange.

"Enjoy your meal, sir."

The waiter served the wine and food.

"Thank you."

Yi Feng nodded, took the wine, and poured it while murmuring...

"To be honest, I miss them a bit. I wonder how they are doing."

"That kid, I wonder if he's still as prone to causing trouble as he used to be."

No one knew who he was talking to, nor how long he would keep talking...

"You brat, aren't you a little too bold?" At this moment, a noisy commotion came from the street downstairs. For whatever reason, a squad of city guards was escorting a young man, scolding him: "You came to our Warm Wine City, stood beside the statue of our Second Boss, and actually didn't leave a few words of praise? I think you're tired of living!"

"Go, go, go, throw this kid out. He is banned from stepping foot in Warm Wine City for all eternity."

Yi Feng tilted his head to look.

He treated it as a mere spectacle.

However, he couldn't help but inwardly criticize that this so-called Second Boss was truly quite shameless.

Come to think of it, it did sound a bit like that guy's style.

Gathering his thoughts, he picked up a wine cup and clinked it against the opposite cup.

"They all say the wine in Warm Wine City is excellent. Let's taste it and see how it really is."

With that said.

He tilted the cup back.

However.

The moment the wine slid down his throat, Yi Feng's eyes flashed, and he looked at the wine in his cup in disbelief.

In his astonishment.

He poured himself another full cup and downed it in one gulp again.

It was actually that exact flavor!

The flavor from ten thousand years ago, when he first met that black-clad youth and they raised their cups to invite the moon.

Although the efficacy and the mouthfeel had been greatly improved, this flavor was absolutely unmistakable.

Yi Feng was both surprised and overjoyed.

Without a second word, he hoisted the stone statue onto his back and dashed out of the window. He then stepped into the air, standing high above Warm Wine City, as an imposing aura poured out of him, enveloping the entire city.

Such an action instantly attracted the attention of the whole city.

And it finally drew the attention of the person behind the scenes.

"What kind of stray dog dares to run to Warm Wine City and act wildly in front of your granddaddy..."

The moment the words rang out, an arrogant black-clad youth stepped through the air and arrived...