In the Pure Sky, at the Golden Que Cloud Palace, a gathering of immortals is bustling about, each showing their celestial arts, all in preparation to celebrate the triumphant return of the Respected God-hidden, an air of harmony pervades the place.
"Crossing Business Envoy— no, Crossing Business Immortal Monarch, I failed to recognize the importance of your stature in the past and was disrespectful to you without choosing my words wisely."
The Honghu Messenger kept kowtowing persistently, as if he wouldn't stop unless the Crossing Business Immortal Monarch forgave him.
Sitting on the imperial throne, the Crossing Business Immortal Monarch raised his eyelids lazily, just clutching his arms. He saw that the one paying homage was his old rival, the Honghu Messenger, and waved his hand: "Ah, it's Honghu, rise, I am not of a petty nature. Let bygones be bygones."
"Summon a seat."
