Chapter 482 - Dance of the Saber Under the Moon (1/2)

The painting’s every brushstroke contained Meng Chuan’s emotions and memories. As he stared at the painting, he felt as though he could see the beautiful things he had experienced with his wife.

When Meng Chuan was completing this painting, he naturally sought answers from his inner self. It had affected his Essence Soul greatly. As he painted, his Essence Soul had constantly emitted a spiritual glow. However, it remained a sixth-level Essence Soul, even after he finished the painting.

I’ve finished painting. I’ve calmed down. Meng Chuan sat under the tree and waved his hand to put away the painting. I think I can continue cultivating calmly now.

Meng Chuan was unlike King True Martialwho had doubted his cultivation path. Meng Chuan didn’t doubt his cultivation path at all.

I’ll let myself get drunk. After waking up, I will cultivate diligently. Meng Chuan flipped his hand and took out a jar of Fire Fruit Wine. He sat under the tree and drank.

When the Fire Fruit Wine entered his throat, it was as though flames were burning his chest. His head heated up due to the wine. Meng Chuan deliberately controlled his body so that the alcohol wouldn’t be expelled. He liked the feeling of being slightly tipsy.

With his body, even Archean Mountain’s best alcohol couldn’t make him drunk if he wasn’t willing

“Qiyue.” Meng Chuan sat under the tree and drank from the wine jar he was hugging. He muttered to himself, “In the past, I could chat with you whenever I encountered setbacks. I could share happy matters with you. Whenever I had a breakthrough in my cultivation, I would flaunt it in front of you. When I was sad, you would accompany me… But what about now? Who will I share my feelings with for the next 1,000 years?” Meng Chuan tipped his head back and drank.

Gulp! Gulp! Gulp!

The Fire Fruit Wine burned his chest like a raging fire. He was tipsy, but his mind became more active. Scenes of his beautiful memories surfaced in his mind.

“When you were still here, we enjoyed our happy days together. We fought together, taught our children together..” Meng Chuan laughed self-deprecatingly. “Those times only exist in memories now… Can I only recall my past memories? How laughable.”

Meng Chuan continued drinking as he muttered to himself.

The sky gradually darkened. After finis.h.i.+ng one jar of wine, he took out another jar of wine.

Meng Chuan’s drunkenness intensified.

“It’s said that if both sides love each other for aye, they don’t need to stay together day and night!” Meng Chuan said softly. “However, I want us to be together night and day!

“I’m spouting nonsense again. It’s impossible.” Meng Chuan threw away the empty wine jar in his hand and pulled out Demon Slayer-which had been hanging from his waist. “Impossible!”

He casually executed his saber art to vent his anger and indignation.

In the end, not everything in the world could go as per one’s will.

Some people gave up on themselves, while others sank into oblivion. The strong would accept it and try their best to change the future. However, there were times when powerful experts needed to vent their frustrations.

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The crescent moon hung high in the sky. The cold moonlight scattered across Mirror Lake Meng Manor’s training grounds.

On the training grounds, a figure could be seen carelessly executing a saber art.

“From South to North together they flew, how many seasons have they been together?” Meng Chuan executed his saber art as he chanted poems loudly, his voice echoing through the night.

In the past, he and Qiyue were like flying birds. They roamed the world together, no matter how long it took them.

“Happy together, devastated when separated. Their devotion to each other surpa.s.ses even the most infatuated couples.”

Too many memories.

Days of joy, the pain of parting.

Infatuation?