Conversation among the women was in full swing. Some Female Cultivators even wanted to invite Daoist Guan back for a drink, while others arranged to meet him another time. Their aims were really all the same.
Food and desire were part of human nature, and lust made no distinction between men and women. As the saying went, yin and yang turned into one another; neither could be missing.
In the gardens of the Jiedu Prefecture, their group was hardly conspicuous. Plenty of other gatherings were louder and livelier. The only difference was the lone patch of green amid their myriad blossoms of red, which made them somewhat unusual.
Just as a gathering of scholars had to have poetry, a gathering of merchants could never escape business, and a gathering of officials meant scheming against one another, when a large crowd of cultivators assembled, their pleasures lay in displaying their arts for amusement and pitting their treasures against one another.
Daoist Wang Chuquan, a Golden Core cultivator of the Jiedu Prefecture, mounted the platform and lowered his hands in greeting. "...In the Li Sea, spiritual workings rise; the Primordial Origin's true design unfolds. Beneath crimson jade's sacred script, clear radiance and true qi arrive. In midheaven stands the Nine Dragons Hall; inverted light falls on the Terrace of Eight Winds. Clouds pass to strings and song; stars shift, circling the empty halls. In blue robes, across the ocean; the acolyte turns toward Penglai. Roaming free, hearing the four gatherings; in an instant, passing the three calamities.
"Heaven has bestowed its clear radiance, an auspicious blessing once in a century. On this occasion of universal celebration, the Jiedu Prefecture wishes to rejoice with you all. May every year bring us this day, and every passing year this very morning."
His song finished,