"Queen Mother, please!" Seeing this, the gods all raised their wine cups and responded to the Queen Mother, then downed their drinks in one go.
However, some were outliers, for example, Yang Jian, who sat in the corner. He saw the Queen Mother raise her wine cup for a toast and a look of disdain appeared on his face.
It was as if he greatly looked down on the Queen Mother.
Nezha, the Divine General of the Tri-Maritime Assembly, felt the same. He looked at Yang Jian beside him and said, "Second brother, with such fine wine and dishes laid out, why do you not partake?
Do you not wish to eat the Flat Peaches?"
Yang Jian glanced at Nezha indifferently, a faint cold smile appearing on his face: "Mere Flat Peaches, at our level of cultivation, do we even need to eat them?"
Hearing this, Nezha burst into laughter: "Indeed, at our level of cultivation, how could we care about mere Flat Peaches.
