Empress Houtu, He Who Returned

Di Ting knew nothing of what had happened behind him. He kept drinking heartily, still as happy as could be. The waters of the Netherworld were murky, and the wine brewed there was far inferior to the celestial vintages of Heaven. Besides, Meng Po was right there. Who could say whether she had slipped something into the jar he'd brought out?

Even without anything added, the wine was sour and astringent, and not very tasty.

And there was a chance it came with a memory-erasing spell.

With such an opportunity, he drank his fill. But even fine wine couldn't shut him up. His mouth had no gate; he was still boasting to the surrounding star officials and star lords. Meanwhile, the three Dao Ancestors, who had concealed their identities, exchanged glances. For a moment, the atmosphere grew stiff.

After a long silence, Supreme Pure Spirit Treasure Celestial Venerable suddenly burst out laughing.

"Hahaha! How ridiculous. You and I are close friends, fellow Daoists of many years. We've weathered countless calamities together, supporting each other all the way. How could any of that come between us?"

"Fellow Daoists, wouldn't you agree?"

Yuqing Primordial Celestial Venerable said calmly, "Of course."

"This was never anything worth discussing."

Supreme stroked his beard and smiled warmly. "I think this is simple enough."

The Three Dao Ancestors remained composed and said, "The child should pay respects to me."

Their smiles froze. They exchanged glances.

After a pause, Supreme Pure Spirit Treasure Celestial Venerable clapped his hands and laughed, his gaze sharp. "Yun Qin and Wu Huo are both my disciples. Their child should naturally pay respects to me. Surely you two won't dispute that?"

Yuqing Primordial Celestial Venerable said calmly, "I laid his foundation."

Supreme Pure Spirit Treasure Celestial Venerable frowned. "They both learned my Tribulation