Lichun Tower.
While Wang Chen and Xi Manyun were speaking in the Upper Xun Celestial Master Pavilion, Lichun Tower, three streets away, was ablaze with lights and bustling with voices. A raucous nighttime banquet was underway.
More than a dozen cultivators lounged about without restraint, surrounded by young, beautiful maidservants. Amid the clinking of cups and goblets, their laughter drifted through the windows and out onto the street.
It drew countless looks of envy and longing from passersby.
One cultivator downed a large cup of spirit wine, his face flushing even redder.
Carried by a few drinks, he asked the purple-robed cultivator seated imperiously at the head of the table, "Chief Steward, what is the background of this newly appointed Heavenly Master?"
The purple-robed cultivator appeared to be around thirty. His features were gloomy and sinister, his expression arrogant.
He was Wu Jingwei, the chief steward of the Upper Xun Celestial Master Pavilion whom Wang Chen and Xi Manyun had discussed, a Purple Mansion third-layer cultivator!
Those he had invited were the eleven stewards of the Heavenly Master Pavilion, along with the chief of the patrol guards and others.
The moment those words were spoken, the entire hall fell silent.
All the cultivators turned their gazes toward Wu Jingwei, their eyes revealing curiosity or scrutiny.
Wu Jingwei snorted coldly and waved his hand.
The maidservants immediately rose and filed out of the pavilion.
The next moment, Wu Jingwei flicked his finger and set down a mana restriction around them.
To keep the walls from growing ears.
The atmosphere of drunken extravagance within the pavilion immediately plummeted.
Wu Jingwei said flatly, "His name is Wang Chen. He is very young, entered the sect two years ago, and has Purple Mansion initial-stage cultivation."
"He comes from a Rogue Cultivator background!"
He placed