"Let them be as strong as they will, the bright moon shines upon the great river.
The gentle breeze brushes the mountains, the light rain moistens without a sound.
How many affairs in this world are simply cast into idle chatter?
With a pot of turbid wine, we rejoice in this meeting; how many affairs, both ancient and modern, are cast into idle chatter."
The night passed quickly. As the East began to brighten, a fiery red sun leaped from the sea of clouds. A gentle breeze brushed by, the morning mist gradually dissipated, and the vast landscape was suddenly bathed in ten thousand rays of golden light. Amidst the swirling morning fog, it all seemed dreamlike and ethereal.
"Clang!"
Chapter 40