Haotian, Disheartened: How Could He Take It Out on Others? Randeng's Misery: Master, Save Me!

Heavenly Realm.

Haotian returned across the Golden Bridge.

Many immortals of the Heavenly Realm had gathered at the end of the Golden Bridge to await him.

When they saw Haotian return, they hurried forward to welcome him, escorting him back to Lingxiao Treasure Hall and reopening the banquet.

Before anyone realized it,

there were several times more gods and immortals in Lingxiao Treasure Hall than before.

Clearly, those fence-sitters who had remained neutral or sided with Yaochi had seen Haotian step into the Primordial Golden Immortal realm and earn the Dao Ancestor's favor, and had all flocked to his side.

Faced with countless flattering voices,

Haotian showed little joy on his face.

On the contrary,

his irritation only grew.

He suddenly smashed his cup with a slap, startling the lively Lingxiao Treasure Hall into instant silence.

Many immortals stared wide-eyed at one another, completely at a loss.

Why had His Majesty suddenly lost his temper when everything had been fine?

Having broken through to the Primordial Golden Immortal realm and returned from the Dao Ancestor, shouldn't he have been happy?

"Everyone, disperse."

Taibai Golden Star, standing nearby, had sharp eyes and could tell that Haotian was in a poor mood.

The immortals hurriedly departed as well.

Before long, the grand hall had become desolate and empty.

Haotian said nothing and drank alone.

Bowl after bowl went down, while Taibai Golden Star silently poured the wine without asking a single question.

No one knew how much immortal brew he drank.

Outside Lingxiao Treasure Hall, wine jars had piled up as high as a mountain.

Slightly drunk, Haotian said dejectedly, "Taibai Golden Star, you have followed me for many years. Do you think I have had it hard?"

"Your Majesty has exhausted yourself plotting for the Heavenly Court's growth. Only then did