Shi Wudu

Shi Wudu was walking through the great celestial capital, the Lantern Festival having concluded. Having come in second place, behind the "God of Junk," he'd be lying if he didn't say it left a very bad taste in his mouth. Even so, he tried to appear fairly neutral. Any celestial official knew that this festival wasn't just a mere "festival"; the more lanterns you had, the greater the praise became. But of all the people he could have been overtaken by, it was that God, banished more than once. —.. It doesn't matter... It was just a coincidence. Speaking in an attempt to soothe his wounded pride, he retreated into his palace, waving that fine "Water Master" fan before his face, searching for something to calm his troubled mind. For a moment, he considered descending to the Mortal Realm, and so he did. He perhaps wanted to summon Ming Guang for company, but in the end, he didn't and went down on his own, seeking entertainment.