Of course, most immortals were just there for the excitement, blindly making a fuss; not because they truly couldn't control themselves, but purely for the thrill and joy of it all.
Some were happy, others worried, and on a certain small mountain, a bald man and a disheveled Taoist sat side by side.
"Brother, it seems your plan has failed, this fairy's dance, though not peerless, is certainly not bad," said the bald man.
The disheveled Taoist was none other than Wuliang Patriarch, who chuckled and said, "Who says it has failed?"
The bald man asked in confusion, "Brother, didn't you want to use this opportunity to help the Wuliang Sword Immortal get revenge? But instead of losing face, she has earned a great deal of respect; isn't that a failure?"
Wuliang Patriarch set down his cup of wine and said nonchalantly, "Who told you I wanted to avenge that little rascal?"
The bald man was stunned, "Not for revenge? Then why did you bother bringing them here from the Moon Palace?"
