Wind Master and Rain Master feasted and reveled for several years, drinking who knew how much fine wine and enjoying who knew how many stunning women from every race before they finally parted reluctantly.
The two agreed to meet again at Wind Master's Divine Palace next time and appraise a newly matured batch of exquisite butterfly maidens.
"Brother Rain, stop here. Do not see me off any farther."
"Next time, I must show you my butterfly maidens. They certainly will not be inferior to your clam maidens!"
Wind Master staggered out drunkenly.
"This old man looks forward to it immensely."
Rain Master burst into laughter.
The two had always been birds of a feather, old friends of countless years who had spent who knew how many joyful days together, closer even than blood brothers.
After Wind Master departed, Rain Master found a bed without even undressing and immediately fell into a deep sleep, his snores rumbling like thunder.
The footsteps of the many maids and servants in Rain Master Divine Palace unconsciously grew much lighter, none daring to make the slightest sound.
Within Rain Master's divine soul, a strand of consciousness silently watched everything.
"Compared to high-level immortal cultivators, these gods are more like people—mortals."
"...He actually sleeps?"
Jiang Ding was slightly stunned.
Over who knew how many years, he had seen many people and many things. He was not some cultivator who shut himself away to read.
Yet he had never seen a high-level cultivator sleep every day.
Leave aside Void Refinement and Dao Integration Grade cultivators—even Golden Core Cultivators who slept every day were something he had never seen.
There was simply no need for it!
Sleep was a physiological instinct of mortals, used to repair damaged bodily cells and damage to the divine soul. It was a