At the banquet table, cups were cheerfully passed around amid the lively chatter.
Wu Wang was vigorously urged to drink by Old Snow Eagle, but in the end, it was Daoist Xiao Jian and Yang Wudi who ended up crawling under the table.
Fairy Ling seemed to be preoccupied with something. She wore her veil and did not take it off, occasionally staring absent-mindedly at the spotless bowls and chopsticks in front of her.
The Blue Bird was taken away by the old auntie and Immortal Mu, not sharing a table with them here, which, conversely, gave him a sense of relaxed comfort.
Wu Wang actually found it difficult to concentrate the entire time.
The fallen wine cup weighed on Wu Wang's mind like a heavy stone. He wanted to disregard such details, but the PING of the crisp sound kept echoing in his ears.
Based on his observations and understanding over the past five years, the Sleep God was, at heart, an innately lazy, timid, indolent deity with no grand ambitions...
