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Although they got their hands on the Flat Peaches, the ones that ripen every nine thousand years, why does it feel like they were the ones at a loss?
Looking around, an Immortal tiptoed up to another who was heartily enjoying his meal.
Familiar with the routine, he picked up an extra pair of chopsticks lying around, ready to reach into the dish.
He was eager to taste what was so exaggeratedly delicious!
"Smack!"
Before he could even touch the food, his hand was smacked away, caught in the act.
With a fierce glare casting upon him, the Immortal who almost snatched a bite chuckled awkwardly, saying, "Fellow Daoist, may I have a taste too?"
"Nope, none left, not enough to go around," replied the other Immortal coldly, and then immediately immersed himself back into the feast.
A few Immortals, left with only Flat Peaches to eat, were looking at each other, sticking out awkwardly and embarrassingly compared to the rest of the grand hall.
