The weather was warm and sunny, with a gentle breeze and the fragrance of flowers in the air, perfect for a bit of drink, a few dishes, and a nap — now, that's what you call life, that's truly living. Unfortunately, such purely human pleasures were nonexistent in Heaven.
Tengshe woke from a nap, groggy, and grabbed the wine on the desk, gulping it down — "Yuck, this tastes awful." He casually threw the cup out of the window, but it flew back in by itself and landed gently on the desk. The sinister voice of Ying Long followed, "Emperor Bai meant for you to reflect here, not to be picky and choosy."
Tengshe pretended not to hear and picked up a piece of cake that looked absolutely exquisite and chewed it — "Damn, it's disgustingly tasteless, just like mud."
