It was rare for them to get drunk together—or perhaps rare for them to be foolish together.
By the time he woke the next day, the Peach Immortal Gathering had already begun.
At some point, Xu Zimo had been carried onto a bed woven from plant vines.
When he opened his eyes, Wang Ze was keeping watch beside him.
"What time is it?" he asked.
"It's already noon," Wang Ze replied with a smile.
"The Peach Immortal Gathering has started?" Xu Zimo was startled.
"Why didn't you wake me?"
"It started long ago, but don't worry. It won't matter if we go now," Wang Ze said with a smile.
"Before the Peach Immortal Gathering begins, it's basically just formalities and ceremonies. I figured you wouldn't like them either.
"The real peach-eating won't begin until the afternoon."
"That's fine," Xu Zimo nodded.
He had come primarily for the peaches and to meet the Queen Mother of the West in search of an inheritance. Nothing else mattered.
Led by Wang Ze, Xu Zimo began heading toward Penglai Island.
Penglai Island was the liveliest place in all of Yaochi today.
Within Yaochi, not everyone was qualified to set foot on Penglai Island.
Only the core disciples and elders of each lineage were qualified to go. Even among those who went, many were merely there to fill out the numbers and would not receive any peaches.
It was clear just from the allotted quotas.
Among Yaochi's eighteen lineages, each lineage had only one quota.
Generally speaking, each lineage had at least tens of thousands of people. Who could one quota possibly be enough for?
Not to mention within Yaochi itself—even each of the honored guests who had been invited received only one peach quota.
It was not because the Queen Mother of the West