Let Me Send You To Your Ancestors

A couple of saints were celebrating with alcohol in the Taiji sect.

They were no longer the mud sculptures they were when they were sealed.

They had all changed into a fresh set of robes and their Daoist robes were adorned with sparkling cultivation symbols.

This was a festival!

They were replicating grand feasts of the great sects from the previous era.

They were glowing from within.

Like a flaunting peacock.

"Oh, how I missed this."

"I still feel pretty young inside!"

"I still remember the peak of my youth, accompanied by beautiful girls, beautiful wine, swords and the world!"

"Hahaha Sun Peng saint, are you lusting over girls again? When we take charge again, we'll have all the pretty girls and wine we want! The world will listen to us!"

"Ay, I have nearly forgotten the taste of alcohol!"