Ming Zhitian asked curiously, "Is the origin of Golden Silver Cup City related to you? I see the city gates are made of golden and silver cups."
Fan Zitian replied, "Back then, the old City Lord and I led five hundred infantry to defend against five thousand enemy soldiers. The enemy was numerous, and we were few. The old City Lord and I fought to the last moment. In the end, we won, but our five hundred comrades were all killed or injured, leaving only the two of us. We captured fifty thousand jin of gold and silver from the enemy army, which we later used to make golden and silver cups to mourn the souls of our five hundred fallen warriors. That is how Golden Silver Cup City got its name."
Ming Zhitian recalled many past events and sighed, "Every object has a story. Time flies like an arrow, and years are like a shuttle. So this is how the origin of Golden Silver Cup City was earned."
Fan Zitian waved his hand, tears welling up in his eyes, "Let's not talk about it. It's all old history, best left unsaid."
Bai Qianqian said, "Grandpa Fan is right. Young Master Ming, I'll take you to see the most beautiful eight scenic wonders in the backyard of our City Lord's mansion. This way, please."
Ming Zhitian followed Bai Qianqian's steps and arrived at a wall painting depicting mountains and rivers meeting.
Before them was a painting carved into a water wall. Bai Qianqian introduced, "The first scene is 'Dragon Playing with Phoenix,' the second is 'Mandarin Ducks Playing in Water,' the third is 'Harmony Like Qin and Se,' the fourth is 'Beautiful as Flowers and Water,' the fifth is 'White Fish and Red Crow,' the sixth is 'Vibrant Colors,' the seventh is 'A Hundred Flowers Blooming,' and the eighth is 'Lotus Root with Intertwined Filaments.' These are the eight scenic wonders, representing the four seas and eight directions, embracing all with magnanimity."
Ming Zhitian stood with his hands behind his back, admiring greatly, "Very impressive. Truly a divine craftsmanship, beyond words."
Bai Qianqian was moved by the sight, "My mother used to spend time here. My father misses her every day and night."
"Oh? Your mother has passed away?" Ming Zhitian asked.
Bai Qianqian wiped her tears, a subtle emotion flashing across her face, "Yes, she left eight years ago. Alright, let's go back."
Upon returning to the City Lord's mansion, a large roasted wild boar was on the table, its skin crispy, its meat tender, and its aroma intoxicating.
"You're back? Did you have fun with Mr. Ming?" Bai Yang personally took the carving knife, cutting slices of crispy roasted pork onto the plates.
Bai Qianqian blushed shyly, "Father, what are you talking about..."
Bai Yang saw that they were not yet seated and said, "Old Fan, why are you standing there? Come pour the wine. The wine has been breathing for an hour, it's almost falling asleep."
Fan Zitian seemed a bit annoyed, "Lord City Lord, are you blaming me for this?"
Fan Zitian poured the aged golden and silver wine into the cups. Bai Yang quickly put down the carving knife, raised his cup, and said, "Mr. Ming, our meeting is fate. Come, let's toast."
Ming Zhitian nodded in agreement, "Cheers."
Bai Yang drank it all in one gulp. Ming Zhitian followed suit, sensing a strange atmosphere as a numb sensation slowly seeped into his body. Ming Zhitian understood everything and pretended to faint.
Meanwhile, it began to pour outside...
Bai Yang paid no heed to the weather; it could not extinguish his desire for revenge. His expression immediately changed, and so did Bai Qianqian's.
Fan Zitian looked bewildered, "Lord City Lord, Miss, what are you...?"
Bai Yang waved his hand, "Old Fan, this has nothing to do with you. I have already ordered Qianqian to give you the antidote in advance. You are not involved."
Fan Zitian murmured, "Ah, that cup of water..."
Bai Yang rushed to the wall, drew his battle saber, and went to Ming Zhitian, who had collapsed on the table, "Villain, I will end you now! Hiyah!"
As he raised his saber to strike, Fan Zitian quickly intervened, "Lord City Lord! Are you mad!"
Bai Yang pushed him away, "I am not mad!"
Fan Zitian shook his head, "Then why are you doing this?"
Bai Yang said urgently, "I will explain the reason to you later. This villain has supreme martial arts. I fear he will wake up immediately."
"Wait!" Fan Zitian stopped him again.
Bai Yang glared at him angrily, "Are you going to stop me?"
Fan Zitian said, "No matter the reason, you cannot kill this man. Do you know who he is?"
Bai Yang suppressed his anger, "Of course I do! He is the senior executive instructor of the elite regiment of the former Angel Legion, the savior of the Celestial Sphere, and the master of the current Sky Leader Tianran Mei!"
Fan Zitian began to get angry, "Lord City Lord, since you know, then why?!"
Bai Yang's eyes suddenly turned red, "Because I swore to myself that if I do not kill Ming Zhitian, I will not be a human!"