Yufeng Mountain was covered with snow.
Leng Qingtang, dressed in a black robe and a fox-fur cloak, climbed to the viewing pavilion on the mountainside.
At this moment, there was a person in the pavilion, sitting beside the stone table leisurely. His golden-lotus robe was shining as fierce as fire. Among the thousands of miles of snow, it was particularly eye-catching.
Leng Qingtang looked down at the steaming copper pot on the stone table, the fresh venison slices in the long dish, and the hot wine simmering on the small carbon stove. And then he turned his eyes to Yu Xuanji who looked calm and smiled,
"You really know how to enjoy life. You even come to such a place to drink and eat venison hot pot on such a cold day."
Yu Xuanji smiled, exhaling white air from his mouth while speakin
