Heavenly Court, Eighth-Layered Heavenly Palace, Yaochi Sacred Realm.
Within Langhuan Terrace, golden lotuses carpeted the ground, a river of stars cascaded like a waterfall, brilliant constellations adorned the cosmos, and the sun and moon shone together as radiant light fell from the sky.
Upon the imperial bank of the high platform, the Four Sovereigns and Five Elders of the Heavenly Court surrounded the supreme Heavenly Emperor. Daoists and Buddhists stood arrayed to either side, while Dao Lords and Bodhisattvas clustered around Heavenly Venerables and Buddhas.
The Flat Peach Dharma Banquet was reaching its climax. The three Moon Palace lords danced the Moon Palace Soaring Swan Dance in flowing cloud robes and wide sleeves, while eight hundred Chang'e flew around the golden pool, rising and falling like scattered blossoms. Immortals, gods, demons, and Buddhas throughout the hall applauded in unison, showering them with praise, yet Jiang Sheng's brows faintly furrowed.
Just moments ago, he had received word from his lunar yin avatar, True Lord Yuehui. Abao had been taken away by Daji's avatar.
"Brother Lingyuan, what is it?"
Fuyun Immortal Monarch noticed Jiang Sheng's fleeting frown and could not help feeling curious.
Jiang Sheng had already returned to normal. Shaking his head, he smiled. "Nothing. There was merely a bit of commotion in Little Penglai in the mortal world. Some little fellow ran away."
Fuyun Immortal Monarch did not give it much thought. "A little fellow ran away, so let him run."
"Rather than enjoying blessings in Little Penglai, he insists on going out to weather storms. Then let him go. If they never endure sun and rain, wind and thunder, how will they know who has been sheltering them from the elements?"
Jiang Sheng smiled calmly as well. "Indeed. If heaven wants rain, let it rain. Still, staying in Little