The tiger's father ran away, and the young 80,000-year-old god Qingyan had to take his place as the tiger.
Attending the first peach party since taking office, I accidentally collapsed the Linghua Palace of a certain god. "Ah... This... Fellow fairy, I'm really sorry... For the sake of past kindness, let me give you a mountain to stay in for a while. What do you think?"
Qingyan felt a little sad that the peacock who had been raised since childhood had the fairy that he had longed for.
Yao Guang consoled him: "It's okay if the little peacock finds someone he likes. We won't hang him on a tree. Well, I see that the person beside the peach forest cares about you quite a lot..."
Qingyan: "Oh my god, don't scare me."
"Ah Jue, it has been 50,000 years, and I have never regretted saving you... If this is your wish, then I will bet on my 80,000 years of cultivation to complete it."