Sun Wukong was instantly dumbfounded, as if he were seeing Fang Xiu in a new light: "Just because they didn't invite you, you're going to ruin the Peach Banquet?"
Brother Fang, I'm not trying to be mean, but you're so young, yet you're being a bit too extreme.
Fang Xiu remained silent. These are all things you did in myths and legends, and now you're saying I'm extreme?
"What? You don't dare?"
"Your provocation won't work. There's nothing I, Old Sun, wouldn't dare to do. I just feel it's unnecessary. If you want to eat peaches of immortality, I, Old Sun, have plenty here. Why bother..."
"You really don't dare." Fang Xiu calmly said this and turned to leave.
Sun Wukong was furious: "Who said I, Old Sun, wouldn't dare?! It's just the Peach Banquet, you wait, I, Old Sun, will be right back."
Fang Xiu stopped in his tracks: "Remember to destroy all the peaches. They won't let me eat any, so don't even think about getting one. And you shouldn't eat any either."
Sun Wukong felt a chill for no reason, thinking to himself: This Brother Fang I just met is really petty and has a terrible temper.
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The Peach Banquet.
In the grand hall paved with white jade, immortals and gods began to enter one after another, but there were not many of them, after all, it had only just begun. They chatted in twos and threes, and the atmosphere was harmonious.
Each seat was laden with a dazzling array of divine fruits and wines, and of course, the key ingredient of this banquet: the peaches of immortality.
Fresh, translucent peaches, as moist as a young girl's skin, are arranged on each table, emitting an enticing fragrance that could prolong life for mortals just by smelling them.
Just then, a mosquito silently flew into the main hall of the Peach Banquet; it was none other than Sun Wukong.
As Sun Wukong rubbed his mosquito legs, he scanned the scene, looking at the dozen or so immortals and gods in the hall, as well as the neatly arranged and dazzling array of rare treasures, and inwardly groaned.
What a wonderful banquet! It's a pity it's about to be ruined, and by its own hand. What kind of karma is this?
He sighed as he transformed back into his original form, then pulled out his golden cudgel with swift, effortless movements.
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