For Fang Yun and Yang Yuhuan, this was a wedding feast, but for the guests, it was a fine opportunity to drink to their hearts' content and talk about everything under the sun. Many scholars had not seen one another for ages, and now they sat together, laughing and conversing with unrestrained delight.
Fang Yun had no time to concern himself with them. Instead, he sampled the feast of divine treasures with his wife, explaining the origins and effects of each one to Yang Yuhuan.
Ordinary people who consumed divine treasures indiscriminately would do themselves more harm than good, but these treasures had all been processed by the Dragon Race or the Sacred Academy. Even a frail, sickly person could eat them without trouble.
Ao Huang watched longingly as Fang Yun and Yang Yuhuan displayed their affection before the Heaven-Serving Hall. He muttered, "They can't finish that whole table of dishes. They ought to share some with me!"
But Nunu clung tightly to Ao Huang's horns, forbidding him from rushing over.
"Ying, ying, ying..." Nunu's tone was rather stern.
"All right, all right. Those things are a great help to the Human Race, but they don't do much for the Dragon Race. Besides, the Dragon Palace has plenty of delicious food. I won't go snatch any, okay?" Ao Huang complained helplessly.
Fang Yun had only eaten a few mouthfuls when he suddenly sensed an irresistible force descending from above. Though he could not see what it was, he felt as if a towering mountain a hundred thousand feet high were slowly pressing down.
Everyone instinctively looked up at the sky.
A scroll radiating pale golden light descended from the heavens. It was only as thick as an arm, yet it exuded a presence more majestic than the sun, nourishing all