More than a hundred years ago, a great battle had occurred on the Heavenly God Continent, which had turned into a calamity. One side was called Heavenly Yang Clan, the other side was called Earth Yin Clan.

There was originally no difference between the Sky Sun and the Earth Yin Tribes. They were noble or lowly. The Sky Sun and Earth Yin races were both named after the awakening of the elemental energy. The only difference was the elemental energy's attribute. Initially, the creator of Heavenly Yang Clan and clan members had hoped that both clans would have Yin and Yang sides, just like how everything else was, but at the same time, they complemented each other, hoping that the two clans would coexist peacefully and support each other.

However, things often went against one's wishes. Once a person possessed great power, the desire for power would gradually expand. After hundreds of years of peaceful coexistence, a great battle was finally unavoidable between Tian Yang and the Earth Yin Clan.

The result was known to everyone: Heavenly Yang Clan went to the victory of that war, and changed his name to God Clan, but the Earth Yin Clan had completely disappeared from this world.

Although they had obtained victory with their Heavenly Yang Clan, their vitality was still greatly injured. In the end, their entire clan had moved to the God Realm, and the Heavenly God Continent was handed over to the thirty-six sects to manage.

During the Great War of Gods and Demons, there were two important people from both races who did not participate. The first was the daughter of the Heavenly Yang Clan Patriarch, Feng Xi. The other was the younger brother of the one who had the Earth Yin Clan's number one war god, Zi Hao.

The two of them knew that the war between the two races was about to start, and they knew that it was impossible for them to fight against each other with just their strength alone. In the end, they decided to elope on the eve of the battle. In order to avoid the war, they left the continent and eventually settled on a deserted ghost island.

After that huge battle, the Patriarch of Heavenly Yang Clan was killed by Zi Hao, and in the end, the entire clan was exterminated. When Qing Hao and Feng Xi first came to the Ghost Isle, the Ghost Isle had never been as mysterious as it was now. There were a lot of merchant boats and the two of them got the news of the war from these people.

Feng Xi was unable to accept the fact that her lover was the brother of her father, who killed her enemies. Furthermore, Qing Hao also found it hard to bear the hatred of exterminating his entire family.

After countless battles, the two's spirit energy dispersed around the ghost island, forming a thick fog that surrounded the entire island. The island's surrounding sea area had always been very dangerous. There were countless reefs and undercurrents, and now with the fog surrounding it, it was even more dangerous. Ships that passed by would often end up shipwrecked and killed because they were unable to determine their direction.

After Leng Jun finished listening to Qing Hao talk about what had happened in the past, he did not avoid but sighed, "Things have already been going on for so long, why can't you let it go?"

Qing Hao shook his head and said: "There are things that are hard to say."

Leng Jun advised: "If there's anything you want to say, just take a step back, won't the matter be resolved then?"

However, Qing Hao said, "Who said I didn't let her? Take today's matter as an example, I had already held back when I made my move, who would have known that the old granny would want to fight me to the death? Otherwise, we wouldn't have been stuck there, almost losing our lives."

After Leng Jun heard this, he could not help but smile, and thought to himself: "This person has been hiding from the world for a long time, his personality is definitely strange, why does this count as giving up?"

Leng Jun shook his head, he did not know how to persuade this young man, who was already over a hundred years old, to suddenly have an epiphany.

Qing Hao's home was very simple, it was just a thatched cottage made of mud and straw. Outside the house, there was a stove, and the furnishings inside the house were very simple as well. There was only a bed, a table, and two long stools.

Qing Hao also felt that his own home was too simple and crude, so he could only scratch his head and say: "I never thought that there would actually be a guest here, so I didn't prepare anything to welcome guests at."

On the contrary, Leng Jun didn't feel that he was someone who was content with life. He could spend the night anywhere he wanted. He was only worried that Feng Xi's family, which was a young maiden, would be like this, wouldn't it be hard on Zhu Qingyun?

When Leng Jun thought here, he could not help but blurt out, "Is there something like this over there?"

Qing Hao waved his hand and said, "How could that be? His residence is naturally much better than mine, so you can rest assured. "

After a pause, Qinghao continued, "Although this place is a bit simple and crude, there is one old woman who doesn't have anything. That is, a very, very high quality item. I personally brewed all of these, some of them have already been stored for over a hundred years. "It's rare for anyone to drink with me today, so I'll go cook some game and dig up the food that I've buried for a hundred years. You and I will have a good drink together.

In fact, Leng Jun was not fond of drinking alcohol, he had merely wanted Qin Wu and Feng Xi to stop quarreling and speak without thinking. So he said, "Senior, there is no need to drink alcohol. You do not need to trouble yourself to stew game. As long as I can find a place to sleep, and then ask for a pencil to tell me tomorrow about the method to return to the continent, Leng Jun would be extremely grateful. "

"So your name is Leng Jun? However, what you said doesn't count. Since you've already agreed to drink with me, you can't go back on your word. "Don't worry, I won't let you drink this wine for free. There will be benefits for you."

Leng Jun said anxiously: "Senior is mistaken, I am not trying to obtain any benefits …"

Qing Hao interrupted him and said: "It doesn't matter if it's a misunderstanding or not, since it's a misunderstanding, you have to compensate me with the wine, there's no need to say anything else."

With that, Qing Hao did not care about whether Leng Ning agreed or not, and left the thatched cottage and went back to work on the stove outside. After a short while, the fragrance of meat wafted over.

After calculating it, Leng Jun had not eaten anything for an entire day. Smelling the fragrance of the stew, his stomach started to growl. Leng Jun thought that since he had already arrived, he might as well take care of it. He casually pulled over a bench and waited for Qing Hao's wild game and good wine.

Not long after, Qing Hao walked in from outside the house. In his arms was the large jar of wine that had always been covered with mud, which looked to be at least thirty to forty kilograms.

Qing Hao placed the wine jar on the table, then extended his hand to remove the cover from the wine. He said to Leng Jun: "Little kid, come smell it, it's not that this old man is boasting, this wine has been buried underground for a hundred years, it's definitely worthy of being called a peerless wine. I guarantee that you'll be addicted to just smelling it."

In fact, Qing Hao didn't even need to say anything, the moment the mud was cleared away, a strong aroma of alcohol filled the entire hut. Even someone like Leng Jun who didn't like drinking alcohol could easily distinguish from the fragrance that the jar of wine contained a rare good wine.