"Next year, the Queen Mother will hold the Festival of the Flat Peaches again," said the teacher.
"At that time, she will send fairy maidens to pick the flat peaches to feast the immortals. As long as you stop meddling for the coming year, the newly ripened flat peaches should be enough for the feast, and our act of stealing the peaches will definitely not be discovered..."
"Conversely, I presume you know how grave this matter is..."
"Wukong, you understand, right..."
"I get it, I get it..."
Sun Wukong kept scratching his head, raising his glass, "Come, Master, let's drink..."
Seeing this, Lu Wufei felt weary looking at Sun Wukong, who seemed to have understood, and yet also seemed not to have.
He thought about how the monkey could follow his instructions when he was sober but couldn't control himself when he had been drinking.
Therefore, Lu Wufei had an idea. He waved his hand, and countless jars of wine appeared on the ground.
Lu Wufei then raised his glass, "Drink..."