Chapter 5194

Delisha: "Stop scolding, stop scolding." (hugging head and crying. jpg)

One-Way Passage: "Actually… even if you haven't cleared every single Honkai game, didn't Zhongli and the others just chat about this very topic when they joined the group a few days ago?"

One-Way Passage: "Isn't the reason the President went over there largely to save that world?"

One-Way Passage didn't know what expression to wear—Delisha's intelligence was truly… beyond words.

Nyaa: "So, aren't we discussing Xiaoqing? By the way, why aren't you inviting Xiaoqing to this banquet right now?"

Sazae-kesu: "To be honest, yes! Poor Xiaoqing is still out in the wilderness eating grass and fighting monsters with Paimon… just thinking about it makes me cry."

Hoshinomaru: "You're smiling! Not a single moment has passed without smiling."

Outside the Wangsheng Hall.

Ningguang took several deep breaths, forcibly calming herself. She lowered her head, voice respectful, posture submissive: "All you gods, please allow me to step aside temporarily—to prepare for the Divine Banquet."

"No need for such formality!" Su Han snapped his fingers; the void twisted, and table after table materialized, laden with all manner of rare delicacies.

Thin threads of fragrance spread outward.

For example, Ningguang, Gan Yu, Keqing, and others—merely smelling this scent, their bodies emitted crisp crackling sounds, their forms continuously strengthening.

Even Zhongli, Raiden Shogun, and Windblume felt their inner energy slowly rising. Remember, this was merely from smelling the aroma—not even consuming it…

Just this much had produced such a transformation… what if one actually ate it?

"…The Group Owner, or rather, the President truly is!" Raiden Shogun bit her lower lip.

After a brief moment of shock, Windblume quickly regained composure, grinning slyly at Su Han. His thick skin let him dash straight to the table, snatch a bottle of wine, and gulp it down with gulps—his cheeks flushed crimson.

"My god… this is the most delicious wine I've ever tasted in my life～???"

He grabbed another bottle, poured it straight into his mouth, and sighed in rapture: "President above, every single bottle here… each has a different flavor, yet all are equally delicious…"

"Aaaahhh, this must be a dream! Hahahaha! It has to be, right…"

The group stared at Windblume with complex expressions—they all knew from Zhongli's earlier words that this one was also a god.

But this god right now… "losing face" didn't even begin to describe it.

"…By ordinary reason, you shouldn't be fixating on the taste of these wines!" Zhongli spoke without expression. "You should be sensing your current state."

"Huh? Really?" Windblume paused, then realized—belatedly—"My inner energy is accumulating and restoring at an incredible speed… Unbelievable! Just two sips, and I've returned to my former peak?"

Windblume still possessed his divine authority and power, but they were vastly inferior to his peak. These days, he spent most of his time sleeping, using sleep to restore his energy.