Immortal Realm, Immortal Emperor Palace.
The Immortal Emperor sat at the table, holding a small cup of wine, then let out a breath, his face slightly flushed.
"Turns out listening to Lu Chang'sheng was right after all–– when drinking, you should throw away all cultivation and drink like a Mortal. Speaking of which, his wine really is something… It's almost gone. Should I go find him for more?"
But then he remembered he couldn't find where Lu Chang'sheng was at all, not even the faintest trace!
The Immortal Emperor's head started to ache.
No one else had ever made him feel so helpless like Lu Chang'sheng.
Suddenly, a middle-aged man walked in with a smile.
"I could smell the wine before I even came in. I'm here to bother Your Majesty for a cup."
The Immortal Emperor rolled his eyes, waving him off: "Stay away! There's so little left, I have to save some for myself!"
