Actually Pretty Nice

The Goddess of Beauty watched this scene unfold and couldn't help but click her tongue inwardly. With just a few words, Yue cleared up the misunderstanding, dousing a bucket of cold water before the drama could even begin.

--What a pity, what a real pity.

He leaned against the side, twirling a strand of long hair between his fingers, his face clearly displaying four words:

--Still wanting more.

For him, misunderstandings are always better when they're bigger. What's the point of explaining things away? The more excitement, the better; the more chaotic, the better. He's too busy watching the show to actually step in and act as a peacemaker.

Unfortunately, Old Self's ideas are ultimately different from each Old Self.

Thinking of this, the Goddess of Beauty couldn't help but secretly make a mental note about their original forms.

Blame that guy, wasn't it fun enough?

Isn't a lively atmosphere more appealing?

Why do the other two Old Self not seem to like it much?

This made it so he couldn't find another person to go to the theater with; he was incredibly lonely.

It's okay, though.

The Goddess of Beauty narrowed her eyes, a glint of light flashing in them.

After the original character finished playing the role, he secretly abducted the original character.

Let's set a small goal first: to lead that guy astray and corrupt him. I guarantee the next person on the platform will be just like him and God of Wine, a master of watching the show and a lover of causing trouble.

The Goddess of Beauty was secretly plotting these wicked schemes.

The Spring God has already made all the arrangements.

An elegant little garden appeared on the Perching Flower Star.

The flowers and plants were arranged in a sparse yet orderly manner, with a few clusters of pale purple Star Dew Flowers dotting the emerald green vines.

In the very center of the garden stands an exquisite Pavilion, its gauze curtains fluttering in the invisible breeze. Beneath the pavilion sits a large, long table with a surface made of warm, light-colored jade.

Ten floral chairs were arranged in a staggered pattern around the table.

Each chair is woven from flower branches, and different flowers adorn the backrests.

Some are fiery Phoenix Flowers, their petals layered and blooming like a blazing inferno. Others are pure white Ice-Soul Snow Lotus, pristine and immaculate. Still others are golden Shattered Star Orchids, their delicate petals adorning the chair back like scattered stars. And then there are...

Ten chairs, ten kinds of flowers, each different, yet all exquisitely beautiful.

The Spring God stood by the Pavilion, raised her hand to brush a petal off her sleeve, turned to the Gods with a slight smile, and said:

"Tea Party should naturally be conducted in the manner of Tea Party. Please take your seats."

Upon seeing the small garden, the Asura God glanced again at the Goddess of Beauty, whose face clearly said, "I'm going to do something bad."

--Even though we're both Old Self, the differences are truly striking.

He didn't care what the Goddess of Beauty wanted to do.

But if any rumors spread and damage his reputation, he'll hang the person up and beat them like a punching bag.

The God of Wine looked at ten chairs, then embraced one with a large clump of intoxicating, peach-colored Drunken Immortal Peaches growing wildly on its back. He glanced warily at the other gods still choosing chairs and said:

"This is what I've set my sights on; you're not allowed to take it from me."

The gods glanced at the chair; the peach-colored, Drunken Immortal Peach blossoms were full and round, with upturned petal edges, as if the person was drunk and unsteady on their feet.

It's crooked and wobbly, yet undeniably cute.

These flowers, with their distinctive style, were clearly prepared by the Spring God specifically for them; how could they possibly try to steal them?

Autumn God sat down on a chair with a backrest entwined with Five-Cornered Maple Vines of interwoven gold and red, the leaves of which resembled a carpet of crimson clouds.

He leaned back in his chair, his gaze sweeping over a chattering, colorful little dumpling, and let out a soft hum through his nose.

This God of Wine is as naive as ever.

Autumn God wasn't worried at all about his brother being taken away by the other party.

Winter God faced a dilemma in making his choice. He picked one first, but then suddenly saw an even more beautiful one.

But that spot has already been taken by the Moon God.

Winter God lowered his head, his white, tousled hair obscuring his expression. He silently sat back in his original chair, his thin lips pressed into a thin line, radiating a sullen chill.

--Never mind, let's leave it at that.

"Winter God, I like the deep blue Moonlight Orchid on your chair. Can we trade?"

The Moon God's words made the Winter God look up sharply, and he nodded, saying, "Alright."

The two gods exchanged chairs.

After much commotion, the Gods finally took their seats.

Ten flower-covered chairs are neatly arranged under the Pavilion, with various colorful flowers complementing each other, creating a pleasing and delightful scene.

Seeing that the Gods of Spring God smiled and raised his hand, his slender fingers gently waving in the air. A teacup appeared out of thin air on the table in front of each Deities.

The cup is made of warm white porcelain, and a small, fresh flower branch is wrapped around the handle. At the tip of the branch, a delicate little flower blooms, matching the flower chair. Some are crabapple, some are Phoenix Flowers, and some Mandrake, each one different.

Winter God doesn't really like these lively events.

He sat in his chair, which was adorned with Ice-Soul Snow Lotus, holding a teacup in both hands and sipping it slowly.

The tiny Ice-Soul Snow Lotus on the stem of the cup brushed against his fingertips, cool and refreshing.

Winter God's gaze, however, unconsciously drifted to the opposite side.

The Moon God was drinking tea with her eyes lowered, her aura cool and serene.

The Winter God hid half her face behind her teacup, her white eyelashes drooping low, silently giving the Moon God a mental stamp:

--This god is actually quite good.

He had almost no friends.

He's always either clinging to his older brother or being dragged along by his two other brothers; almost all of his social interactions revolve around Spring God.

He knew that many times, because of him, his brother had given up his own free time to accompany him, accommodate him, and coax him.

The older brother never said it, but the Winter God understood everything.

Perhaps... he could go and have a chat with the Moon God someday?

Let his brother get some rest.

The thought popped into my head.

But the next second, another voice emerged.

He wasn't much of a talker; even when he went to see the Moon God, he would probably just sit in silence.

The Moon God also seems to be a man of few words. With two such quiet gods together, won't the atmosphere be incredibly awkward? Won't the other find him dull?

As Winter God pondered, his head drooped unconsciously again.

He hesitated for a while, then secretly raised his eyes and glanced at the Moon God again.

Just then, the Moon God nodded to him and said:

"We seem to get along very well. If you'd like, you're welcome to visit my Moon God Palace."

The Winter God smiled and nodded, saying, "Alright."

The Moon God lowered her head and took another sip of tea, then held up two fingers under the table, indicating that she had already helped Chun twice.

Even if it's Old Self, they should at least give me something.

The Spring God of Spring, sitting next to the Moon God, nodded slightly.

Can.

When the tea in the cup came into view, Autumn God's expression changed.

Isn't this the autumn dew tea that I carefully picked and prepared for my brother? Every autumn, before the first ray of dawn, he would pick those tea leaves one by one from the old tea trees, still wet with dew.

He thought his brother would savor it slowly and quietly by himself, but now his brother had actually taken it out and brewed it for this whole table of scheming and despicable people?!

Autumn God picked up his teacup, his fingertips trembling.

His autumn dew tea!

While listening to the casual conversation at the Tea Party, the Goddess of Beauty reached out and pulled Su Qingci out, asking her to take a few more photos.

He then carefully selected the most beautiful photo and uploaded it directly to the Star Network. Finally, he randomly chose a few lucky fans who were eagerly waiting in the comments section and answered a few questions.

He never even considered the magnitude of the upheaval his actions would trigger on the Star Network.

Especially those Evil Gods who have already gotten their hands on the Star Network and are bored out of their minds all day.

They were idly scrolling through their devices, looking at the same content over and over again, when suddenly, a photo appeared out of nowhere, boldly showing up on their browsing page.

A certain Evil God glanced at it, and was about to swipe over when his finger froze in mid-air.

Etc.

That god, radiating an aura that seemed to say "keep away, neither the living nor the dead," looked remarkably like their Asura God.