A human rights fighter one moment, Old Ancestor Ji Xuan the next.
The look Wang Jixuan gave Murong Zhengyi became somewhat complicated.
This guy really was a talent.
After the brief farce, Murong Zhengyi led Daoist Wang to his own residence, brought out his treasured tea and wine, and drank merrily with Wang Jixuan.
There was no third person present, and thick barriers had been set up outside, so Wang Jixuan had Peony come out to refill their wine and serve more dishes.
—A bit of King Peony's everyday side work.
Murong Zhengyi soon entered the stage of recalling past hardships and savoring present sweetness, speaking of how difficult these years had been, how much pressure he had endured, how much effort he had put into cultivating talented people, and so on.
Wang Jixuan had no idea how to respond and could only keep clinking cups with Murong Zhengyi and drinking.
At their level of cultivation, getting drunk through alcohol alone was extremely difficult. They could only wait for the moment when the wine did not intoxicate them, but they intoxicated themselves.
Before long, Murong Zhengyi showed a few signs of drunkenness and sat there silently shedding tears.
Wang Jixuan let him vent his emotions.
Even though Murong Zhengyi now possessed profound cultivation and held great power over the Thousand Worlds Alliance, he had always upheld the promise he had made to Wang Jixuan back then.
The exhaustion within him was beyond words.
Fortunately, Murong Zhengyi did not let himself become completely drunk.
The current situation in the Immortal Realm was unfathomably treacherous. The Hundred Races' Four Immortal Palaces had only just destroyed the Fire God Palace and had already begun moving troops to threaten the Slaughter God Palace. Wang Jixuan had personally come here because Brahma would make the