The Jade Emperor's heart-rending roar was stirring and impassioned. As the supreme ruler for countless ages, the Jade Emperor was extraordinarily clever and no ordinary man. At first, he had thought it was just a spat and paid it no mind, even planning to watch Qin Fen make a fool of himself. But things had developed so far beyond control that even an idiot could tell something was wrong. Yet many immortals still had not noticed what was amiss.
Take Li Jing, for example. The Four Heavenly Kings under his command stared blankly at the screen. One of them raised a hand and pointed. "Isn't that Madam?"
Li Jing's hand trembled, and his beard twitched. Holy crap, he saw his wife too. She was wearing a tracksuit and dancing to Little Apple, chatting idly with Cao Guojiu's wife as she danced. Her face was full of smiles; she looked relaxed and in quite a good mood.
Damn it, was this dance really that appealing? Li Jing did not understand, because he knew nothing about the boredom of full-time housewives, especially full-time housewives in the Heavenly Court. So when he saw even the Queen Mother dancing, his wife wanted to go too. And once she went, damn it.
The Four Heavenly Kings were dumbfounded as well, because they had seen their own wives too.
This was a little terrifying. That was right—once this happened, things had already started going wildly off course, and the situation was beyond control. The number of female immortals arriving was outrageously huge.
They could not figure out what was so attractive about it. What troubled them was precisely this. "Is that stupid butt-wiggling dance really that interesting?"
The aunties could easily answer that question. "Yes!"
That was right, it was. It was not art, nor was