Volume One, Chapter 55: The Evening Banquet

Fang Shenzhai stood at the entrance of the banquet hall, his gaze sweeping over the bustling crowd.

Following silently at a distance, Lin Tianxuan caught a faint, refreshing fragrance emanating from Yan Yuluo—like mint mingled with lavender—invigorating and soothing to the senses.

“You old cripple, if you don’t speak, no one will think you’re mute,” Hua Liuliu scolded the pair with a scolding tone as they bantered back and forth.

Even for him, it took dozens of breaths to complete the initial imprinting of the advanced blank beast-taming talisman.

Before Mo Liu, the Death Spirit General slowly withdrew his single-handed sword from Mo Liu’s shoulder again, lifting it deliberately and bringing it down mechanically with a precise strike.

“All right, time to head home,” Chenchen coquettishly asked Li Bai to carry her. Knowing she was tired from training today, Li Bai lifted her onto his own shoulder.

The city of Liu Bo had now entered a most peculiar state. Even the most ordinary citizens knew that battles were raging within the city. Though unaware of the root cause of the turmoil, they understood that peace had fled from Liu Bo.

Li Bai, however, was unaware. Her mood was like a barometer—joyful one moment, then suddenly unhappy the next.

Seeing everyone’s spirits soaring, Xiao Wu Xie knew the seeds of strength had already taken root in their hearts. His task now was to nurture those seeds, helping them grow strong and firm.

“Well…” Cang Li’s eyes flickered as he considered, tempted yet still wary of Ling Xiao’s formidable power.

Immediately, the aura of the true disciples of the Yuhua Sect radiated a domineering presence—so imposing that even those they regarded as life-and-death realm warriors dared not raise their eyes in defiance.

Waves of energy and the sounds of combat filled the air. With a thunderous explosion, two streaks of lightning flashed, revealing the figure of Andrei.

The surface of the Hao River reflected the vibrant lanterns on the opposite bank. Stirred by the breeze, ripples shimmered like fish scales, flickering playfully one after another. The summer night breeze caressed Xia Han’s white gauze dress, the hem swaying lightly, as if a fairy had descended to earth.

He had often helped other masters manage affairs before. Though he occasionally received some benefits, never had a master like Liu Yitiao explicitly promised him a financial subsidy.

He had considered calling Zhao Ziwei to clarify what had happened in the auditorium that day, but after some thought, he decided against it. He preferred to stay out of factional struggles, especially since neither Liu Qing nor Zhao Ziwei had reached out to him. He would watch the tigers fight from the mountain in silence.

At that moment, the chants of exorcism prayers echoed continuously beside Ke Yunshang’s ears—unceasing and relentless. With his hands bound, unable to cover his ears, he could do nothing but listen in silence.

Indeed, Wang Xing knew about his complicated relationship with Chu Yan. During that time, Wang Xing often accompanied him drinking and playing. If not for that, he might have already jumped into the Yangtze River.

“Pass through this grove, and you’ll see her. By the way, give her this medicine and tell her to watch her fever,” Kelly said, tossing her a bottle.

Among the group, Huo Guang was the calmest. As he put it, one who was famously fierce had no need to hide—fame was inevitable sooner or later.

“Hey? Are you done yet? If you order any more, this meal alone could buy someone a BMW. Do you guys have any shame?” Ouyang Qing couldn’t help but bang the table in frustration.

Xia Jiangkun said nothing. In truth, many people opposed the war, but out of trust for Jiang Feng and concern for Su Yang, they remained silent. Although Ye Mo did not show it, as a police officer from a time of peace, how could he not be concerned?