The Lesser Qiong Peak That Never Fell-Grand Finale

Last night, sparse wind and sudden rain; deep drunkenness could not dispel spring sorrow.

Rubbing his waist, he said he was fine—it was just a little overwhelming.

Lesser Qiong Peak...

Li Changshou stretched as he drifted out of the underground chamber. With his hands behind his back, he strolled about the Alchemy Room, considering how to turn the place into a bridal chamber, then went outside to rest.

The familiar recliner, the classic palm-leaf fan.

Supporting himself on the armrest, Li Changshou lay down. He listened to birdsong, breathed in the fragrance of flowers, watched the ancient spirit trees in the distance sway gently, and felt utterly at ease.

When had he returned to Lesser Qiong Peak?

Though Li Changshou had been plied drunk, he remembered every detail of what had happened.

Revenge!

His own senior brother had been taking naked, undisguised revenge! Revenge plotted long ago!

They had originally agreed to hold a simple celebratory banquet at the edge of the world, in that Minor World where they had once joined forces with Ksitigarbha and Truth Listener, disciples of the Western Teachings, to battle Outer Realm Demons.

Senior Brother had gone early to handle the preparations, setting everything up with Bai Ze, the Lesser Qiong Peak Game Room crew, and their families. It had all been arranged quite impressively.

Nearly every living being closely connected to Li Changshou had attended the banquet.

The Dragon Palace had even specially sent several hundred Clam Maidens to serve tea and water, along with hundreds of crates of largely useless treasures, driving the atmosphere to a fever pitch.

Yet the moment Li Changshou arrived, before he could even speak, the Great Mage rushed over and said he wanted to use the Taiji Diagram.

Could Li Changshou refuse his own senior brother the Taiji