'That bastard Ao Yi came to the Immortal Peach Banquet today. Just wait till I...'
Before the Hall of Exalted Peace, Bian Zhuang, Deputy Commander of the Celestial River Navy, clad in gleaming silver armor, ground his teeth in private.
Twelve times!
A full twelve times!
Over the years, he had gone mooching food and drink at the Dragon Palaces of the Eastern, Southern, and Northern Seas, only to be drunk under the table twelve times. Every time he woke, he would be lying on a large bed, and the first thing to meet his eyes would be some... some...
Bizarre creatures beyond all description!
At first, it had not been so bad—merely some heavily made-up old sea-clan crones.
But later, Ao Yi, the culprit behind these pranks, seemed to have had his imagination opened up and began gathering all manner of...
Who had ever seen a sea-clan woman with an octopus head and an alluring figure?
And who had ever seen someone with an incomparably graceful back, only for them to turn around and reveal a rough man's face covered in stubble?
Bian Zhuang shuddered several times. The memories were truly too unbearable to revisit, and he cursed furiously in his heart again.
But gritting his teeth was one thing. Today, he stood here under orders to receive the Dragon Clan delegation as an "old acquaintance of the Dragon Palace."
Taking action was out of the question. He could only put on a welcoming smile and hope to earn Lord Sea God's praise.
'Why is this Ao Yi so determined to oppose me?'
Bian Zhuang muttered inwardly when thunderous drumbeats suddenly rang out from the Middle Heavenly Gate. Several white clouds gilded in golden light bore the Dragon Clan delegation as they sped over.
Heavenly Soldiers cleared the way