Yellow Dragon poured himself a cup of tea, took a gentle sip, and said unhurriedly, "Senior brother, you should be glad you have anything to eat. Stop being so picky."
Duobao's mouth twitched. He was about to argue when Xuandu suddenly spoke from beside him.
"Senior Brother Yellow Dragon." Xuandu's voice was neither loud nor soft, and its distinctive cadence was especially pleasant to hear. "On my way here, I heard that the Heavenly Court was holding a Flat Peach Banquet?"
As he spoke, he looked calmly at Yellow Dragon, seemingly waiting for confirmation.
Yellow Dragon nodded. "That's right."
He paused before continuing, "Martial Uncle Haotian intends to use the Flat Peach Banquet to show all living beings in the Primordial World the Heavenly Court's majesty and strength."
At the mention of Flat Peaches, Duobao's eyes lit up, and a treasured radiance swirled around him.
He put down the longevity peach in his hand and leaned forward slightly, his eyes gleaming like a cat that had caught the scent of fish.
"Oh?"
He deliberately drew out the sound. "Junior Brother Yellow Dragon, when you invited us here to eat peaches, did you mean Flat Peaches?"
Yellow Dragon glanced at him and was just about to speak when his expression shifted, and he turned toward the entrance.
More guests had arrived.
His divine sense detected two heavenly soldiers at the far end of the corridor, leading a group toward them.
The group included both men and women, all with profound auras. Several even had cultivation on par with Duobao's.
Yellow Dragon rose, told Duobao and Xuandu to wait a moment, and headed outside.
He met the group just as he reached the doorway.
At their head stood a man wearing a Purple-Gold Crown and an Eight-Trigram Purple Robe. His features were