Wen Ning saw his godfather asking him.
"The wine here at the Heavenly Court really is something else."
Wen Zhong nodded.
As time passed, the long-winded speeches from the leaders finally came to an end.
Next came the drinking contests, where the immortals could settle their grudges and air their grievances.
Once the formal portion of the Peach Banquet ended, the immortals began mingling.
Lu Ming pulled Wen Ning up from his seat, saying that according to protocol, they had to offer their ancestor a toast.
Lu Ming had barely raised his cup when a childish, taunting voice rang out from the seats opposite.
"Well, well, if it isn't that little deer from Mount Tai. Weren't you acting pretty tough last time I went there? You're drinking, too? Aren't you afraid you'll drink so much you revert to your true form?"
Holding a cup of immortal wine, Nezha had somehow already appeared beside Lu Ming. His head didn't even reach Lu Ming's chest, but his presence completely overwhelmed him.
Lu Ming's bell trembled. Nezha might have been small, but he was fierce. Lu Ming didn't dare answer his taunt.
With Nezha's capacity for alcohol, making Lu Ming revert to his true form was nothing. He could drink Lu Ming straight into his next reincarnation.
Wen Ning was just about to intervene when Bai Lu held him back.
"Stay out of it."
Bai Lu held her teacup, her voice as calm as when she sorted files in the office.
"The last time Lu Ming delivered documents to Mount Tai, Nezha happened to be visiting the Lord of Mount Tai.
"Lu Ming bragged in front of him that he was the best drinker in Mount Tai's Mountain God Office, so Nezha suggested a contest.
"Lu Ming couldn't get out of it and