"Shut it. If you're really craving meat, just stew your Black Qilin!"
"Little Sage, that is not quite right. With so many colleagues watching, I spoke up for you. Why are you blaming me instead?"
In the hall, Erlang Shen and the Universal Lord of Thunder in the Nine Heavens were embroiled in a fierce argument over the Howling Celestial Hound relieving itself wherever it pleased.
Now this was a topic that could keep Xiang Yuan awake!
Grinning, Xiang Yuan stepped forward, casually grabbed a handful of melon seeds from an immortal maiden's glazed plate, called out, "Excuse me, hot water coming through," and squeezed into the very front of the crowd to enjoy the gossip from the front row.
With a crack, he opened himself a bottle of happy water.
Both were eminent great gods, but Erlang Shen was especially thin-skinned. Seeing all his colleagues gathered around to watch with such enthusiasm, he inwardly cursed his bad luck and took the initiative to end the dispute.
The Universal Lord of Thunder in the Nine Heavens had won a sweeping victory. Smug and still unwilling to let it go, he followed Erlang Shen to the side and sat beside him, saying, "One black, two yellow, three calico, four white," praising the Howling Celestial Hound as a feast for the eyes and offering to sponsor the scallions, ginger, oil, and salt.
As he spoke, he actually took out scallions, ginger, oil, salt, sauce, and vinegar.
Good lord, he had planned this for a long time!
Xiang Yuan's eyes widened. No exaggeration, no bias—if he were Erlang Shen and someone was drooling over his dog, there was no way he would let this slide today. He would have to beat that man's brains out.
If that didn't work, they could just get