Chapter Forty-Two: The Immortal in Wine

.The carriage stopped under the city gate, and upon looking up, he discovered that the name of this city was a single character: “After entering the room, it kicked over all the furniture like tables...oice, as if offering a devout prayer at some formal ceremony: "The heavens are old and the gods waning, life is long but love short. A fleeting century, how fragile it is!"Let me know if you'd like to...