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In the Heavenly Court's Doushuai Palace, Iron Crutch Li, Han Zhongli, Zhang Guolao, and Lan Caihe had drunk themselves into a stupor.

Ling Qing and He Xiangu had not drunk much—one did not care for wine, and the other was a woman.

Seeing the four collapse, they summoned Yellow Turban Strongmen to settle each of them in.

After tidying up the leftover dishes and cold scraps, the two left Doushuai Palace, intending to take in the magnificent sights of the heavenly palace.

They had not gone far when they happened upon Lu Dongbin, who was idly wandering about out of boredom.

"Where's Peony Fairy?" Ling Qing asked, seeing him like this.

"She left. I don't even know what I said wrong, but she stormed off in a rage." Lu Dongbin spread his hands helplessly.

"Someone as gentle and kind as Sister Peony actually got angry with you. You must have really provoked her." He Xiangu looked at him reproachfully.

"All right, stop talking about it. I know I was wrong." Lu Dongbin cupped his hands and begged for mercy.

Ever since they had met, Peony Fairy had been speaking to him in cold, cutting tones. He had already found it utterly baffling.

Now that his fellow immortals were blaming him as well, he could not help feeling rather gloomy.

"Now that we've attended the Peach Banquet, Third Brother and I are not immortals after all, so it wouldn't be proper for us to linger too long in the Heavenly Court. Why don't we descend to the mortal realm first? Once Iron Crutch Li and the others wake up, they can come find us." Seeing that Lu Dongbin was in low spirits, Ling Qing suggested this to He Xiangu.

"That makes sense. Then let's go first." He Xiangu nodded.

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