After three rounds of wine, the atmosphere in the private room grew even more heated.
The friction between Wang Chen and the disciple surnamed Chen soon vanished without a trace.
This cultivator from a cultivation clan quickly cast aside his reserve, wrapping an arm around a ravishing female cultivator and freely pawing at her.
That made Wang Chen's lack of sociability stand out all the more.
Wang Chen had neither summoned courtesans nor engaged in lofty conversation with the others. He simply sat beside Mou Guangji, quietly drinking wine and eating dishes.
Though this was the Yinming Realm, the food and wine provided by Carefree Pavilion were not inferior in the slightest to those of Myriad Spirit City.
Moreover, special formations had been set up inside the pavilion. It was warm as spring and rich in spiritual energy, making anyone within feel exceptionally at ease and comfortable.
He wished only to stay drunk forever and never wake.
When the banquet had reached the point where cups and plates lay in disarray, Mou Guangji set down his wine cup and clapped his hands, signaling the maidservants to clear away the leftovers.
The musicians and dancing girls in the private room withdrew at once.
That included the female attendants.
Now that it was time to discuss serious business, these Inner Sect Disciples of the West Sea Sect all sat upright and solemn, wearing an air of righteous dignity.
Mou Guangji came straight to the point. "I gathered everyone here this time because there is an important matter I wish to discuss with you all."
He gestured to a cultivator seated on his right. "Junior Brother Zhang, take it out."
Junior Brother Zhang nodded, took out a stalk of grass from his Storage Bag, and placed it on the table.
Everyone's gazes instantly