The celebration banquet in the Nine Heavens continued in full swing.

Perhaps because of the sudden joyous news about Immortal Er’er, which benefited the Nine Heavens, all the immortals were delighted and thus grew more relaxed, toasting each other back and forth.

Zhen Huan Gong stood at Kan Ze’s table holding a wine cup, examining him with lowered eyelids.

Kan Ze rarely drank in ordinary times, so his alcohol tolerance was poor. He was already tipsy, and after being made to drink several more cups, his eyes grew hazy.

“Does Lord Huan harbor resentment?” he asked indistinctly.

Zhen Huan Gong finished the wine in his cup without changing expression, then said, “On such a joyous day, why would I harbor resentment?”

“If you have no resentment, why come specifically to trouble me?” Kan Ze was perplexed.

Putting down his cup, Zhen Huan Gong looked confused: “Do I seem like I’m troubling you?”

The world spinning, Kan Ze held onto the long table, torn between laughter and tears: “You haven’t forced anyone else to drink, yet deliberately passed over several major immortal sects to make me drink twelve cups. If this isn’t called troubling someone, then Lord Huan must certainly hold me in high regard.”

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He paused, then smiled again: “Since you have such a fine immortal partner, the latter is surely impossible, so it must be the former.”

Usually Kan Ze wasn’t this talkative, but he must truly be drunk, for he suddenly became loose-tongued: “Harboring resentment on your wedding day, I don’t know what you’re thinking. Though Immortal Yan Cha’s cultivation isn’t high, she has Supreme Lord Chu Yuan backing her, and she’s as virtuous as they come. You willingly formed an immortal partnership with her, it’s not as if she forced you…”

Who needed to hear him praising Yan Cha?

Zhen Huan Gong was extremely impatient, but seeing that this person was nearly senseless from drink, he couldn’t be bothered to argue anymore.

Forming an immortal partnership wasn’t Yan Cha forcing him; perhaps, it was him forcing Yan Cha. Whoever had appeared before her at that time with the same request, Yan Cha might have agreed.

But, most likely like him, after all this time, the red string on her hand hadn’t shown the slightest ripple.

Zhen Huan Gong suddenly felt somewhat dejected, even feeling that this celebration banquet was his wishful thinking. Yan Cha’s eyes showed no trace of happiness, nor excitement or longing. Even now, after he had drunk two jars of wine over here, she hadn’t come to dissuade him even once.

She was still by Immortal Er’er’s side.

Lifting the wine jar for another swig, Zhen Huan Gong was becoming quite drunk.

Suddenly, a whistling sound came from the horizon, as if someone was rushing over riding the wind.

The immortals at the banquet noticed it and, looking into the distance, immediately stood up to make way.

Kan Ze and Zhen Huan Gong remained seated, both heavily intoxicated. Even though they heard the commotion, they paid it no mind.

“Look out!” someone shouted.

Zhen Huan Gong hazily raised his head to see a divine flame whistling past above him. He hadn’t put up a defensive barrier, nor had Kan Ze. The two of them were caught in the violent air current, spinning dizzyingly, falling who knows where.

“Supreme Lord!” someone rushed urgently toward Kan Ze.

Zhen Huan Gong lay on the other side, thinking that Kan Ze was truly adored—delicate skin, tender flesh, and a graceful demeanor—certainly better than a warrior like himself.

Perhaps tomorrow he should learn from him?

Just as he was thinking this, someone helped him up.

“Supreme Lord?” Yan Cha ran over, somewhat out of breath. She knelt beside him, took him in her arms, checked his pulse, then examined his eyelids, anxiously saying, “Why didn’t you dodge?”

Slightly stunned, Zhen Huan Gong slowly opened his eyes.

Seven or eight immortals had gathered around Kan Ze, while this young woman before him seemed to have rushed over to him without a second thought. Her usually composed face was filled with worry for the first time, her willow-like eyebrows furrowed. Seeing him open his eyes, she sighed with relief, then looked in the direction where the divine flame had flown: “Supreme Lord Li Ye is too much, how could he rush in so recklessly?”

Her arms were still around him, soft and slightly trembling.

Zhen Huan Gong suddenly felt no more resentment.

Confused, he raised his hand and looked at the still-waveless red string, muttering indistinctly: “Is this broken?”

Yan Cha thought he was blaming her for not fulfilling her duties as his immortal partner. Hurriedly lifting her sleeve, she revealed her clean wrist: “You asked me to remove it last time, so I haven’t worn it since. I never expected there would be danger even at the celebration banquet.”

Zhen Huan Gong: “…”

When had he asked her to remove it?

Struggling to recall, he narrowed his eyes. Right, it was that time when he couldn’t save face in front of Qian Tian, so he deliberately asked her to remove it to regain some dignity.

But who knew this person would be so obedient, actually removing it and not putting it back on.

No wonder there had been no reaction. He had been thinking that human hearts are made of flesh; after being together for so long, she should have had moments where her heart moved toward him.

Feeling instantly much better, Zhen Huan Gong didn’t get up but instead closed his eyes again in her embrace: “I’m drunk.”

“Shall I help you back to rest?” Yan Cha asked.

“Mm.” Zhen Huan Gong gave a muffled agreement, placing his hand on her shoulder and unsteadily straightening up with her assistance.

Li Ye was already standing beside Er’er, so there was nothing here for her to worry about. Yan Cha summoned people from the Upper Armor Palace, gave a few instructions, then carefully supported Zhen Huan Gong to the rear hall.

Perhaps because he had drunk so much, Zhen Huan Gong’s mood seemed extremely good. Upon entering the rear hall, he didn’t hurry to rest, but instead pulled her to a curio shelf full of precious magical artifacts. Smiling, he picked up several high-quality artifacts and asked her: “Do you like them?”

This man was extremely fond of his magical artifacts and divine beasts. How could Yan Cha dare to say she didn’t like them? She could only nod in agreement: “They’re wonderful treasures.”

Unexpectedly, as soon as she finished speaking, Zhen Huan Gong thrust the artifacts into her arms: “They’re yours.”

Yan Cha: “…”

“Su-Supreme Lord,” she stammered slightly, “shouldn’t you rest well first?”

“You think I’m drunk?” Zhen Huan Gong snorted with a smile. “I’m not. When I say they’re for you, they’re for you. I won’t take them back.”

After saying this, he pulled her to see the divine beasts in the back garden—those that flew, those that walked, large ones, small ones—he brought each one over and asked: “Do you like this one? How about this one? This one looks the best, but its magical power isn’t high… Want to touch it?”

Yan Cha was dumbfounded.

More than one person had told her not to touch Zhen Huan Gong’s artifacts and divine beasts, but no one had told her that when this man got drunk, he wanted to give everything away.

After he sobered up, would he kill her to eliminate witnesses out of excessive regret?

She stiffened and chose to remain silent. No matter what else he wanted to give away, she wouldn’t respond, to avoid bringing trouble upon herself.

When the person beside him stopped responding, Zhen Huan Gong felt somewhat dejected. He looked around the beast pen, pushed away the camel’s head in front of him, took her hand and finally placed it on his head, saying dejectedly: “Then choose me. I’m the last one, there’s nothing else.”

Unable to hold back, Yan Cha finally burst out laughing.

When she laughed, she was exceptionally beautiful, as if half the sky had brightened. Zhen Huan Gong stared at her fixedly, his eyes also lighting up.

“I knew it, you do like me.”