One thing restrained another; all things countered each other. No matter how powerful someone was, they still had weaknesses.
The two old men forcibly suppressed Heavenly Emperor Ye, their peerless auras filling the entire venue and pressing Ye Fan so hard he could not lift his head. Teaching the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body a lesson was as easy as beating a son.
"You're already this old, and you're still pulling this trick." Ye Fan sighed. Whenever he thought Lin Xian's bottom line could not possibly get any lower, reality always managed to surprise him.
Holy Master Lin's move of summoning the parents left Ye Fan utterly stifled. He had strength but nowhere to use it.
Lin Xian glanced at Ye Fan, idly turning the bronze wine cup in his hand as he said calmly, "I didn't invite them. Tianxuan Sacred Lord did."
Ye Fan sighed helplessly and went to sit beside Fairy Zixia. Today, he would not lower himself to Holy Master Lin's level.
Music and dancing filled the air, and the atmosphere was joyous. The outstanding figures of the Big Dipper and heroes from Earth had gathered together. Most of the Heavenly Court's core members had arrived, laughing and chatting as they raised their cups. White clouds drifted by, immortal herbs swayed in the breeze, and tinkled softly.
The divine wine brewed from golden grapes greatly benefited cultivation and was gentle to drink. Father Ye drained a cup, but he could no longer hold his liquor. His face was flushed red as he drunkenly said, "My son can't compare to your son. I remember when you were eight..."
In an instant, all the saints who had been exchanging cups at the banquet froze. They all pricked up their ears, eager to hear Ye Fan's embarrassing history.
"Father, you're drunk."