The luxurious platform was steeped in the rich fragrance of Spirit Wine. Several Mahayana Stage cultivators laughed and chatted, discussing nothing but the profound mysteries and pleasures of cultivation, things ordinary people could scarcely comprehend. Several seats at the banquet remained empty, as though waiting for guests to arrive.
The red sun sank beyond the mountains, revealing a canopy of stars and a river of heaven.
The platform remained brightly lit. Two more Mahayana Stage cultivators joined the feast, and when the morning glow rose in the east, these foremost cultivators of the mortal world took advantage of their high spirits to hold a small trade fair.
Two days passed like this.
Another streak of light descended onto the platform, revealing a figure over ten feet tall with thick joints, eyebrows slanting sharply into his temples, and a dry-looking beard. He wore an exquisitely made robe in gaudy green and yellow, yet none of the cultivators present dared reveal the slightest hint of mockery. After living long enough, developing strange preferences was hardly unusual. One of those present especially loved secretly peeping at others and never tired of it; compared to that, eccentric clothing was not so strange.
The tall strange person smiled calmly and took his seat.
Seeing this, the lazy young man asked curiously.
"Brother Liu, have you come upon some happy event? I saw you from far away, smiling so widely your mouth would not close."
The other cultivators also looked curious. Who did not like treasures? Even if they could not obtain one, merely seeing something new would broaden their horizons.
The tall strange person grinned.
"That is right. I passed through a town on my way here and acquired an extraordinary object."
"Oh? What is so extraordinary about it?"
One cultivator, his heart itching beyond