As she spoke, she urged Xu Milu towards the room, clearly looking forward to the garden party.
Xu Milu: "..."
Who was that looking like they didn't want to go just now?
How come you're suddenly preparing for a shopping spree?
And this blatant disdain—that's just like a loving mother.
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Countless golden and crimson invitations flew to different dimensions, and indigo phoenix feathers burned in the hands of different guests, bringing forth bursts of warm flames.
"The 'Lotus Banquet' has turned into a 'Peach Blossom Spring Food Carnival'? I know a thing or two about the food, but what is a 'carnival'? Does Madam Xu have some new idea this time?"
—In the Purple Bamboo Grove of the South China Sea, Sudhana sat barefoot and cross-legged on a giant pig, staring at the golden characters in mid-air with a puzzled expression.
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"The Great Sage and the True Lord are going too? That's a good place for these extra sheep."
—At the Third Prince's palace, Nezha, surrounded by a large flock of cloud sheep, remained calm, even his hair was covered with clumps of white "clouds".
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"A banquet? A banquet for Di's friends? Di is going."
—North of the Corpse of Two, in the Ghost Kingdom Swamp, the one-eyed snake woman, lying in a solar-powered glass tank basking in the sun, swayed her tail, and the male snake man she was pressing down on hooked his tail somewhat reluctantly.
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"How strange! It's rare that Madam Xu is so thoughtful, she even sent us invitations."
"Yes, yes, we usually go to banquets for spirits and monsters, what's the point of all that singing and dancing? Why not go and see the banquet hosted by Madam Xu? It's sure to be quite interesting!"
—In the eerie underworld, the four ghost generals, Ox-Head and Horse-Face, Black and White Impermanence, gathered together, while behind them were wandering ghosts being tormented in oil cauldrons. The miserable screams echoed throughout the underworld, making Fengdu City even more sinister and terrifying.
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"Huh? Madam Xu actually sent an invitation to this old man? These past few days, Si Lang has been staying at Madam Xu's shop with all of my fox cubs and grandchildren, helping out. When I asked him, he wouldn't say why. So this is why. It seems I'll have to go find someone again. I'll have to make this trip!"
—On Mount Hu outside Chang'an, Old Man Hu, clutching the invitation, had long, drooping white eyebrows and a forced smile on his bark-like face. Behind him was a rather empty fox den.
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"This is... Madam Xu is hosting a banquet? Quickly, get the sedan chair ready! I need to find Xuanbo! Madam Xu is hosting a banquet!! Hurry! I need to tell him this wonderful news!!"
—In Chang'an, Wei Ying, emerging from Xuanwu Gate, lifted the hem of his robe, not even straightening his official hat, his excitement evident on his face.
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"Milu's hosting a banquet sounds interesting. Tuan'er, pack your things and come with me in seven days. Oh, and I'll ask Liu'er if she'd like to come with us. Also, a jar of tofu should be ready tomorrow; Milu loves it. Take it to her and ask if there's anything I can do to help. I'm not a great cook, but I can help with the cleaning..."
— In the house opposite Huasheng Temple, Yin Wenjiao happily put down the handkerchief she was sewing and stood up impatiently. The petite girl beside her gently arched her nose like a jade flower.
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"Madam Xu is hosting a Peach Blossom Banquet? It must be quite a lively affair, with even Grandpa Great Sage and the True Lord attending. Sister Bluebird, why don't you come with me?"
At the summit of Kunlun, Hu Shiyi Niang, dressed in palace attire, was beaming with excitement and couldn't wait to share the news with her friends.
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"No wonder Uncle said yesterday that Madam Xu sought help from the Dragon Girl of the East Sea. It turns out it was for this matter. This banquet must be extremely lively. There are so many dragon princes in the palace. I wonder which one to take to the banquet! Who knows, I might even see Grandpa Great Sage again, hahaha!"
—In the West Sea Dragon Palace, which is surrounded by countless luminous pearls, Ao Moang, dressed in a brocade robe, clapped his hands and laughed. The dragon horns on his head shone brightly, like a piece of fine white jade.
All the guests who received the invitations were filled with anticipation, waiting to gather at the Mountain and Sea Restaurant seven days later.
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