Immortal Travel of Longevity

With the clouds as a side dish, fine wine flowed down their throats.

Chen Changsheng drank himself into a stupor on Bright Moon Mountain.

It was a strange sensation. Through these seven people with their vastly different temperaments, Chen Changsheng finally grasped what it meant to be an immortal.

What it meant to be unfettered, and what it meant to be free.

What it meant to be a true immortal.

Drinking wine with the clouds—what a wondrous affair.

It called for a hearty toast.

Chen Changsheng and the seven companions in the Daoist temple drank themselves utterly senseless, passing out without exception.

Some slumped over the tables, while others collapsed onto the floor.