Shi Hao lowered his head, looking at the wine pot on the stone table; it was ancient and ordinary, just the spout was emitting chaotic mist, along with wisps of immortal fog.
Would picking it up cause a great event to occur?
Shi Hao raised his head and looked at the woman opposite him, hoping to see some anomaly in her eyes, but she seemed tranquil, without joy or sorrow, showing not the slightest abnormality.
"You have gained much earlier, what are your insights?" the woman spoke. She was not of stunning beauty, but there was a tranquil elegance transcending the world.
"The vast world, Divine Demons of All Heavens, infinite mysteries, as expansive as the sea of smoke." Shi Hao said. The moment he closed his eyes, there was still the taste of mystical beverage in his mouth.
For an instant, as if he once again tasted the small cauldrons, Dao Tower, War Spear, and others leaping into his mouth, transforming into symbols, unfolding the mysteries of ancient scriptures.
