Everyone Sat at the Kids' Table at the Feast

"Alas!"

Zhou Qingqing frowned and sighed.

Another batch of Ginseng Fruit had ripened, and her junior brothers and sisters behind her had already begun the feast.

Some had even gathered in small groups and started bragging.

As the First Disciple of Daoism, Zhou Qingqing naturally had a table all to herself, her status exalted.

I never thought that even at a feast, I'd be seated at the kids' table.

The whole world has isolated me!

"..."

The Three Pure Ones each chuckled secretly within their own Dao fields.

Calling it the kids' table was surprisingly fitting.

But there was nothing they could do about it. Who told her she was the only senior sister among the three lineages?

Of course.

They were still grumbling inwardly.

Was Zhen Yuanzi deaf? Couldn't he see their First Disciple was upset?

Or was he blind, unable to hear their First Disciple sighing?

He must have been deliberately pretending not to see or hear. Fine, Zhen Yuanzi. When the opportunity arose, the three of them would definitely go reason with him.

As if he had heard the Three Pure Ones' secret calls.

Zhen Yuanzi slowly approached and landed opposite Zhou Qingqing.

"Why is Fairy Qingqing troubled? Could it be that the Ginseng Fruit on my mountain can no longer satisfy your appetite?"

Ha! Zhen Yuanzi, I knew you heard my sigh.

You have to ask before I can answer, and then I can ease my worries.

Fine.

The Three Pure Ones felt that their feelings had been betrayed.

They had just been indignantly defending their disciple, only to hear that Qingqing's sigh had merely been laying the groundwork for a request.

Zhou Qingqing swallowed a Ginseng Fruit in one bite and propped her cheeks up with both hands.

"Great Immortal Zhen Yuan, I've run into