At the Flat Peach Banquet, I stared at Mudan as the immortals poured drinks for her. Her flushed cheeks were more alluring than the flat peaches themselves. Zhang Ziyou hovered around her like a clingy tail, handing her handkerchiefs and pouring tea from time to time—looking for all the world like a personal maid.
"Useless," I scoffed, sloshing my wine flagon as I sauntered over.
"Mudan." I wedged myself right between them, my wine-laced breath hot against her ear. "Do you know why celibacy is required in the immortal realm?"
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