Remember to Miss Me

Such a commotion in front of the Moon God Palace naturally alerted the gods inside.

"They're looking for you, aren't you going?" the Moon God said, looking at the Goddess of Beauty who was perched on Flowing Cloud.

The Goddess of Beauty raised her head and glanced outside the Moon God Palace.

Oh no, he's been staying home for too long, he doesn't want to move at all.

However, the vow he made back then still echoed in his ears. If he didn't leave today, he'd probably be facing a bunch of crying faces later.

Seeing this, the Star God waved to the Goddess of Beauty and smiled, saying, "Goodbye."

I hope we never meet again.

The Goddess of Beauty rose from the Flowing Clouds and glanced sideways at the Star God.

Don't think he doesn't know that the other party was responsible for today's events.

However, what are these petty tricks? He's going to make sure the other person is so angry they won't forget him for a long time.

The Goddess of Beauty appeared beside the Moon God. He was so fast that even the Moon God only had time to flutter her silver eyelashes slightly before a very light kiss landed on his cheek in the instant she turned her head.

The soft, warm touch is fleeting.

It felt like being brushed by a petal, or like being kissed by a fragrant breeze.

Goodbye, Moon. Remember to miss me.

The Goddess of Beauty's voice was filled with laughter, rising at the end, carrying a hint of lazy coquetry, and a touch of smug satisfaction at having pulled off a prank.

Before he finished speaking, his figure vanished from the Moon God Palace.

Along with them, the Clan Leaders who were hanging their heads in dejection Moon God Palace also disappeared.

The Clan Leaders were suddenly struck by a blur, and everything around them changed.

Before me stood a Goddess of Beauty, Flowing Light.

At the far end of the hall, on her Divine Throne, the Goddess of Beauty rested her chin on one hand.

Si Ting had seen the Goddess of Beauty, and he was the first to kneel down.

With him taking the lead, the Clan Leaders who were still staring blankly at the Goddess of Beauty quickly knelt down on one knee.

"Get up."

Everyone stood up again. Having had some time to recover, they were once again stunned when they looked at the face of the Goddess of Beauty.

The Goddess of Beauty chuckled softly.

He found the expressions on the faces of the Sun God and the Star God amusing. However, in his opinion, they should be glad they only kissed his cheek.

"God, is there any good news?"

Among a group of dull Clan Leaders, Si Ting began to show himself. Some things need the contrast of their peers to stand out.

The Goddess of Beauty turned her gaze to him, her eyes still lingering with a smile.

"This is a great joy. I feel that my confidant has awakened."

"God of Wine, this is Li Clan newly brewed 'Drunken Star River.' We offer it before you today, hoping to exchange this wine for your blessing so that our Li Clan may prosper and continue for generations. If you find it palatable, God of Wine, Li Clan will offer this newly brewed wine every year at this time, without fail, rain or shine, generation after generation."

The speaker was a middle-aged man wearing a dark gray Robe, with a neatly trimmed short beard and a kind face.

He was holding a tightly sealed jar of wine in both hands.

The wine jar, an antique earthenware color, with a red rope tied to its mouth, was solemnly placed on the offering table in front of it.

At the very center of the altar is a life-size statue.

The statue was sculpted with remarkable realism.

A man, his robes fluttering, leaned against an Ancient Tree, a wine jug in his hand, a half-drunk smile playing on his lips, as if he were about to invite someone to drink with him at any moment.

The middle-aged man took a step back, took three incense sticks from the incense holder next to the offering table, and lit them in front of the ever-burning lamp.

The incense sticks ignited with orange-red sparks, and wisps of smoke rose, swirling around the statue.

He held the incense sticks in both hands, raised them above his forehead, bowed deeply, and placed the incense sticks into the burner.

Behind him stood three young boys.

The oldest was about twenty years old, tall and with a composed expression.

The boy in the middle, around sixteen or seventeen years old, looked reserved.

The youngest one looked no more than thirteen or fourteen years old, with a hint of childishness still lingering on his cheeks, but he stood ramrod straight.

However, his eyes would occasionally dart towards the Deity Statue.

The middle-aged man stepped aside, and the three teenagers stepped forward one by one.

They took three incense sticks from the incense holder, lit them close to the ever-burning lamp, raised them above their foreheads, and bowed in respect.

Then insert the incense sticks into the burner.

After the youngest one finished lighting the incense, he looked up at the statue again and was gently patted on the back of the head by his older brother.

After the three boys finished offering incense.

The middle-aged man nodded to them with satisfaction, turned around, and prepared to perform the final bow one last time. However, his gaze froze the moment it fell on the offering table.

The jar of wine sealed with a red rope that he had just placed there himself.

They've disappeared.

The offering table was empty.

"This... this... could it really be..."

The middle-aged man's eyes widened, his lips trembled a few times, and he suddenly looked up at the Deity Statue in front of him.

He knelt down with a thud, his forehead hitting the prayer mat heavily, his voice trembling with excitement.

"The God of Wine has appeared?!"

Behind him, his eldest and second sons also knelt down and bowed their heads in worship.

Only the youngest child did not kneel.

He stood there, looking up at the statue.

Suddenly, he smiled, then raised his hand and waved towards the Deity Statue.

The middle-aged man prayed for a long time, and he seemed to hear intermittent sounds, like someone was talking, but he couldn't make it out clearly.

He looked up in confusion and found that the jar of wine had somehow reappeared on the offering table.

The red rope around the mouth of the jar was tied securely, as if it had never been moved.

He rubbed his eyes.

Wait, did he just see things?

The middle-aged man stood up suspiciously.

He looked back and saw his youngest son standing there, his hands still in the waving position.

The middle-aged man's expression changed, and he grabbed his youngest son's wrist, his voice low and filled with fear:

"Sheng'er, you didn't kneel down just now, did you?"

Could it be that the God of Wine was angered by his youngest son's disrespect?

Only then was the wine returned untouched.

Li Xisheng shook his head, blinked, and said frankly, "Father, I did not kneel."

The middle-aged man raised his hand, his palm hovering in mid-air.

He looked at his youngest son's still-childish face, his clear, bright eyes.

The slap just wouldn't land.

He withdrew his hand, and just kept sighing:

"Sheng'er, didn't I tell you to be respectful to the Gods? Your refusal to kneel just now has angered the God of Wine, and we may face an unprecedented crisis if we Li Clan."

In this age, the Gods have awakened, and mortals are as insignificant as dust.

It's fine if they don't make offerings.

However, if offering sacrifices angers the Gods, it will bring utter destruction.

Li Xisheng tilted his head, his small brows furrowing slightly.

He pointed in the direction of the statue and spoke in Shengsheng:

"But the God of Wine just said, 'Pah, this wine is so awful,' before he brought it back."

"What!"

The middle-aged man and the other two teenagers gasped in shock at the same time.

Just then, a note floated down from the air, the paper carrying a faint scent of wine.

The handwriting on the note was round and clumsy, and at the end was a sad-looking emoji.

[Your wine is awful! And I'm not the God of Life, how can I guarantee your family will thrive? Don't come to me with this kind of thing! (.ớ ₃ờ)ھ]