Huangfu Rong had booked out the entire Golden Dragon Pavilion. Wang Qingling and the other two followed two attendants to the fifth floor. Its furnishings were elegant and refined. Huangfu Rong and ten other Core Formation Cultivators were seated together in conversation. Upon seeing Wang Qingling's group of three, Huangfu Rong and the others rose to their feet almost at the same time.
"Fairy Wang, you've finally arrived."
"Daoist Wang, you're here. We were just talking about you!"
Huangfu Rong and the others greeted Wang Qingling's group in quick succession, their tones warm and cordial.
Wang Qingling, Wang Qiuming, and Wang Mengbin exchanged glances. They had attended similar gatherings before, but the attendees had been of more mixed backgrounds. These ten Core Formation Cultivators, however, were either scions of cultivation clans or disciples of major cultivation sects. Every one of their factions had been passed down for several millennia, with deep and solid foundations.
Previously, even if they arrived late for a gathering, it would not have prompted everyone to stand and greet them. In the cultivation world, strength reigned supreme; this small detail alone made that clear.
Wang Qingling's group did not dare to be neglectful and hurriedly returned the greetings, their manner sincere.
They knew perfectly well that these people were not showing them respect for their own sake, but for Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan's.
They represented the Wang Family and had to watch their conduct. They could not bring shame upon their clan.
Wang Qingling took a seat near Huangfu Rong and began chatting with the others.
Before long, a group of Blue-Robed Attendants came up carrying exquisite dishes and fine wine. After setting them down, they withdrew.
Huangfu Rong raised his wine cup, his expression solemn. "Fairy Wang, Senior He's divine abilities are extraordinary. He