"Dang dang dang—"
Atop the Qilin Cliff of Kunlun Mountain, the Golden Bell sounded thrice, and a procession of Chan Sect disciples streamed out from the Yuxu Palace.
Leading them, figures like Guang Chengzi, Chi Jingzi, and the other Twelve Golden Immortals wore troubled expressions, quietly airing their grievances to one another.
"Why won't that Heavenly Emperor give it a rest? Why is he insisting on holding a Peach Banquet and insisting on us attending?"
"Sigh, if it were any normal time, it would be fine, but we're all so preoccupied with crossing the calamity, who has the mind to attend a banquet!"
"That's right. I even told Li Changgeng when he came to deliver the invitation to my cave mansion that I had no time to go! But that Heavenly Emperor is really something, still sending people to invite us at the Yuxu Palace!"
"..."
"Cough cough!"
