On Baiyun Mountain, in front of a grave, an elderly man held a five-jin jar of flower wine. In front of him was a lotus leaf wrapped flower and two porcelain bowls. He poured wine into the bowls while muttering to himself... 。,Perhaps it was stimulated by Ge Dongxu's parents' rejection. Ren Yao became disoriented again on the spot, muttering to herself as she walked away.,From then on, he would visit Ge Dongxu every few days.。