This day was Feng Muwan's eighteenth birthday, which could be considered a coming-of-age banquet prepared for her. Although it was unknown whether Feng Muwan would be able to return, everything that needed to be prepared and everyone present was present.
The entire banquet venue was decorated in a luxurious and grand style, with a touch of warmth amidst the opulence. It was brightly lit and decorated, creating a festive atmosphere.
After everyone was ready, they waited expectantly, ready to witness the moment when the gods descended.
An hour passed, then two hours, and then three hours passed. The people at the banquet hall could no longer sit still.
Just as Feng Qinghuang was about to have the servants serve the dishes to reward everyone for their hard work, there was finally some movement in the clouds.
At this moment, everyone looked up at the sky, afraid of missing this rare moment.
Feng Qinghuang excitedly grabbed Rong Qi's hand, but Rong Qi held it back, silently comforting her.
A moment later, a phantom appeared in mid-air, but there was no one else.
The illusory figure was none other than Qingxuan Divine Lord, who had taken Feng Muwan away back then.
Qingxuan looked at Feng Qinghuang: "Little girl, my precious disciple is currently in a critical period of seclusion and cannot come, so he specially sent me to apologize to everyone."
Feng Qinghuang quietly wiped away a tear from the corner of her eye: "Senior, you flatter me. It is a blessing that Wanwan has accumulated over many lifetimes to receive your guidance. It is understandable that she cannot come now, as she is at a crucial juncture in her cultivation. However, please tell Wanwan that we have always remembered her! Today is her eighteenth birthday, and for us mortals, it is our coming-of-age ceremony to have a respected elder adorn her hair with a hairpin. I humbly request that you, Senior, put this hairpin on Wanwan when you return, so that it can complete her coming-of-age ceremony."
With a flick of his sleeve, Qingxuan sent the hairpin in Feng Qinghuang's hand flying straight into the air and disappearing into the clouds.
"I will naturally grant your request. Little girl, I won't say anything more. This is just a wisp of my divine consciousness. I still need to take good care of those three little ones when I get back. When the time is right, they will naturally come back to see you."
Feng Qinghuang nodded: "Thank you for your trouble, Senior."
As soon as Feng Qinghuang finished speaking, Qingxuan's phantom disappeared.
Feng Qinghuang took a deep breath. Although she didn't get to see Wanwan today, the news about Wanwan brought by the senior made the wait worthwhile.
"I'm sorry to have kept you all waiting. Although today is Wanwan's coming-of-age ceremony, she didn't come, so let's just call it a happy gathering. Everyone can eat and drink to their heart's content."
Upon hearing Feng Qinghuang's words, everyone began to call for the dishes to be served, and the banquet began. Although they did not get to see the young lady, they did see the old immortal, so the wait was not in vain. Moreover, there were so many top-quality dishes and wines, which was an opportunity they rarely had.
After the banquet, Feng Qinghuang and Rong Qi sat in the courtyard. Feng Qinghuang rested her head on Rong Qi's shoulder and looked up at the stars in the sky.
"Aqi, do you think the next time we see Wanwan, she will have already become a god?"
Rong Qi hugged Feng Qinghuang and nodded gently: "I think so. The old man said that if you can't become a god, you can't leave his demigod barrier. I think it's true."
Feng Qinghuang sighed: "If Wanwan never becomes a god, does that mean we'll never see each other again?"
"How could that be? Didn't that old man say that Wanwan is the only one with a Chaos Spiritual Root in the world? If Wanwan can't become a god, then how did those immortals become gods?"
Feng Qinghuang looked at Rong Qi with amusement: "Immortals don't necessarily rely on spiritual roots. They are born in the divine realm, so they are naturally immortals."
Rong Qi couldn't refute Feng Qinghuang's words, but he still insisted on his own views.
"Jiaojiao, don't worry. Even if someone is born a god, in the realm of gods, without profound cultivation and powerful strength, they are just a god in name only. What use is that? Unlike our daughter, who is a god who has truly cultivated herself to become a god."
"Alright, alright, your daughter is amazing. When she becomes a goddess, we'll be the parents of gods. Gods have endless life, right? If we want to spend more time with our daughter, we'll have to work hard to cultivate ourselves."
Rong Qi patted her head helplessly: "Silly girl, you can say it that way if you want. But not everyone can become a god. Not everyone has the innate conditions. Everyone has their own choices, and we can also choose the path we want to take. For example, with our current cultivation, we may have a lifespan of two or three hundred years, so let's live to be two or three hundred years old."
"Think about it, if we live forever and the people around us leave one by one, what is the meaning of our lives? Moreover, if everyone pursues immortality, wouldn't there be more and more people in the world, making space more and more crowded and the air thinner and thinner?"
Feng Qinghuang nodded: "Aqi is right. Let's respect the laws of nature. Living this many more years is already a luxury. But, Aqi and I will surely meet again in other timelines in the future, won't we?"
"Yes, definitely."
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