A grand gathering was underway in the Heavenly Court. People lamented that the great age was drawing to a close. Many had slowly grown old, and they had come together to drink and reminisce.
White immortal mist drifted past divine orchids and rare grasses growing beneath the steps. Auspicious birds and beasts wandered nearby. Before the Heavenly Palace, the celebration was in full swing, with jade tables stretching far into the distance.
Pang Bo stood over ten feet tall, still powerfully built, a treasured glow flowing across his bronze skin. He was drinking with Zhang Wenchang, Zhang Ziling, Dongfang Ye, Ji Haoyue, and the others, talking loudly of old times.
Slurring his words, Tu Fei pulled Li Heishui close and spoke of the past, laughing one moment and crying the next. Of the five little bandits, only the two of them remained.
"May I ask your name, my lady? To meet a beauty beyond compare on such a lovely day—what a pleasure! Let me offer you a toast." Li Tian's hair was white as snow, but his heart had not aged. Swaying, he sidled up to Yao Xi, his eyes gleaming with mischief.
"Your wife is here," Yan Yixi quietly reminded him, as graceful as ever.
Li Tian rose at once and strode resolutely away from Yao Xi. Under his breath, though, he groaned, "A lioness at home. I had this coming!"
"Hahaha..." Everyone nearby burst out laughing.
"Master Duan, Cao Yusheng, when are we going to pull off one last big job?" the drunken Dragon Horse asked Duan De.
The Black Emperor draped a huge paw over the unscrupulous Daoist's shoulder and slurred, "If you know where there's an immortal treasure trove, don't keep it to yourself. One more job, and then we can retire."
Their lifespans were nearly