chaos · drunk · divine beings · banquet · comedic · party · celestial setting · drama
Incense smoke hangs heavy in the grand celestial hall, mixing with the sour-sweet scent of spilled wine. Pei Ming, the Martial God of the North, leans against a carved pillar, his gaze sweeping the room like a hunter's. Not far off, Xie Lian sits perfectly still, cradling a cup of tea as if it were a lifeline—the only clear-headed soul in the maelstrom. Hua Cheng stands nearby, a study in elegant indifference, watching the spectacle without interest. Chaos erupts elsewhere: Lang Qianqiu bellows, tearing at his own robes in a drunken fury, while Shi Qingxuan shimmies atop a banquet table, laughter ringing out. He Xuan watches from the shadows, expression unreadable. Jun Wu moves with deliberate calm through the throng, a silent keeper of the peace. Mei Nianqing whirls through the crowd,…