Outside the Gold and Silver Tower, the night rain pattered ceaselessly. Yet inside, the lights blazed bright, and the clamor pierced through the curtain of rain, continuing deep into the night.
On ordinary days, a prince's banquet would end by dusk. Yet today, it had dragged on without dispersing, clearly because they were waiting for someone. Wang Yue stood before the tower, his gaze slightly narrowed as he looked at the vermilion gates. Rainwater rebounded three inches before him, unable to touch him at all beneath the protection of his force net. He drew a deep breath, stepped forward, and pushed open the door.
The sight inside surprised Wang Yue somewhat. Besides the Dragon Transformation Sect's Inner Sect disciples he had seen before, as well as Lin Yue and Xu Hui, there were many more men and women dressed in splendid robes. Judging by their bearing, they were all important figures from the major lineages of the prefectural city. There were even several martial artists with deep, restrained auras, clearly Grandmasters renowned for many years.
The instant Wang Yue stepped inside, the previously boisterous hall fell silent. Several gazes landed on him, and someone muttered quietly, "Who is this? Arriving in the middle of the night—how rude."
But when they saw Wang Yue's slightly reddened eyes, his upright frame like a pine tree, and the faint circulation of force around his body, the Qi Aura that far surpassed those of his age gradually silenced the doubts.
The beaded curtain of a Private Room on the second floor was lifted. Jiang Yuting leaned against the railing and looked down, his gaze sweeping over the force net surging around Wang Yue. His brows furrowed slightly, then relaxed. His habitual smile returned as he strode down from the second floor.
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