Primordial Lord laughed, utterly delighted. It felt like drinking ice-cold Sprite in the dog days of summer-refreshing him right to the core.
"Then we'll do everything as you wish, Master!" Taiyi nodded. If they followed the usual arrangements, no one would have the nerve to plead Qin Fen's case, would they? Of course not. Dongwang Gong had not attended the tea gathering for thousands of years. Many people would barely remember him.
Brilliant. This idea was absolutely brilliant. Taiyi backed out with a bow, ready to send out the invitations.
The immortals had highly developed means of communication. Even without telephones or radios, they could communicate instantly. With a wave of Taiyi's hand, letter after letter was written. A sweep of his sleeve sent them shooting away.
New Year's Day was approaching, marking the beginning of another year. Of course, this was according to the Gregorian calendar, which differed greatly from their country's traditional lunar calendar. Still, there were reasons it had become the prevailing system. Since it was the most widely used and had the strongest connection to the Human Tribe, New Year's Day naturally attracted the Heavenly Dao's attention.
The Heavenly Dao could see the past and future and knew all things. Thus, every New Year's Day was when it distributed rewards based on the Merit Stele.
This day had also traditionally been the Heavenly Court's year-end assessment of the immortals' cultivation. The Spring Festival Tea Gathering had arisen from this practice, rewarding the immortals' achievements over the past year and looking ahead to the next.
The Jade Emperor slouched disheveled on his dragon throne, looking rather dispirited. He had no desire even to speak or move. Sprawled crookedly, he gazed at the sky beyond the great hall. Everything was so quiet. The magnificent Soaring Firmament Palace had