An Zhiyan was humming a song on the peak, gazing at the bright moon, with a small table in front of him carrying a flask of wine and two dishes. He delightedly tasted a few bites, let out a satisfied sigh, and sat quietly.
When An Zhiyan was at the An Family, he held great power and was quite imposing. Whether it was the paw of a demonic beast or a clear water spirit fish, they all tasted bland in his mouth, his life felt aimless, and suddenly, after a great rise and fall, the ordinary wine and dishes of the Mortal World actually seemed more delicious than before, and his days passed more comfortably.
Thinking of this, An Zhiyan couldn't help but let out a self-deprecating snort, when suddenly, a servant hurried up the mountain, lantern swinging wildly, gasping for breath, and repeatedly calling out:
"Master... Master...!"
"Ah?"
An Zhiyan, slightly startled by his appearance, asked in a low voice:
"Is it the madam...?"
"Not at all!"
