Old Wang took a beating and tasted defeat, while the old demon laid out a feast on the spot.
"This is fourteen-colored wondrous tea. I personally picked it from an unnamed island deep within the Supernatural Light Sea, and it was exceedingly dangerous at the time. Junior Sister, please, have some. How about it? Old Wang, you should try some too."
Wu Liuji and the others discovered that their master, who usually preferred peace and quiet and spent most of his time studying scriptures in the study, had become much more talkative today.
Within the Demon Court, a grand banquet was arranged. Heavenly dragons bore the dining tables, vermilion birds carried over platters of fruit, and within a vast palace even more transcendent than an immortal realm, cups clinked amid drinking and feasting while demonesses danced.
Mei Yukong, elegant and refined, his white robes untouched by the dust of the mortal world, had made an exception today. With an arm around Old Wang's shoulders, he repeatedly poured wine for his old rival, displaying his grace as he reminisced over the glorious years of the past.
Wang Zesheng endured it and accepted it. After all, he truly had lost to Old Wang the Sixth and made a spectacle of himself before the old demon.
His gaze fell upon his son several times, filled with fatherly kindness and affection, but also regret. Why hadn't he become a True Saint? Otherwise, Wang Zesheng would certainly have acted without restraint and personally given him some instruction.
"How did you achieve six consecutive limit breakings?" Old Wang asked Wang Xuan, seeking a detailed account.
Wang Xuan truthfully recounted the process, hoping that his parents, Mei Yukong, Wang Yusheng, and the others could verify something through the Dao attainments of True Saints.
Wang Zesheng said, "Oldest