Before the towering, majestic gates of the Immortal Elixir Hall, the alchemists and security personnel who had received the message withdrew one after another. In the end, only two True Immortals remained to guard the entrance.
Many uninformed people assumed that something important had happened.
The last alchemist to leave the pill storage room was a trusted confidant Xiao Zhen had cultivated for many years.
Looking at the precious elixirs filling the shelves, he took out the token given by the deputy hall master and opened all the restrictions.
In an instant, all the immortal elixirs were collected.
Then, with a wave of his hand, new bottles of elixirs appeared where the old ones had been stored.
At that moment, the drunken monkey ran into a senior alchemist from the Immortal Elixir Hall along the way.
"Ah, isn't this the Great Sage? Where are you headed?"
Although Sun Wukong was drunk, he retained a shred of clarity and naturally would not reveal that he had just caused havoc at the Peach Banquet.
"Oh, so it's an old brother from the Immortal Elixir Hall. Do you happen to have any sobering elixirs on you? Old Sun drank too much Immortal Wine today, and my head is feeling a little... woozy."
This Heavenly Court alchemist naturally knew what had happened. Now, it was time for him to continue acting out his part.
"Great Sage, I'm on my way to deliver something to my deputy hall master. I really can't spare any sobering elixirs for you."
"Heh, stingy. Let Old Sun search you and see whether you've got anything good on you."
After a round of rough handling, the alchemist hurriedly fled. In his haste, he accidentally dropped a token on the ground.
Sun Wukong picked it up in confusion. Just as he