Of course, Zi Zhen was also in a corner, but she did not show herself. She sat obediently, sipping her wine with great delight, far more low-key than Weisheng Moran.
Of course, Weisheng Moran's high profile was really due to Mu Dongli's high profile. She had arranged all sorts of appearances for Weisheng Moran, including this Heavenly Street poetry gathering.
Li Tianming glanced to the side and saw that the seat of honor at the very top, belonging to the Left Tomb King, was empty. That meant he had only just left.
That left only Old Man Zhanchi here!
"Come over."
Old Man Zhanchi smiled amiably and beckoned to Li Tianming.
"Yes, Senior."
Li Tianming had already offended one old immortal. Unless he had no other choice, there was no need to offend a second one, so his attitude was quite respectful.
Mu Dongyuan also seemed to have suppressed all her discomfort. With a smile on her face, she played her role as the "go-between," swiftly introducing every member of this group of elders—their names, identities, and standing—to Li Tianming.
Li Tianming memorized them one by one, inwardly rather surprised. These old men and women were all from the older generation of the Divine Tomb Cult. Though they had stepped down from many of their positions, their status, influence, and even their strength remained. Their voices still carried enormous weight!
They were all major figures!
They merely watched Li Tianming with smiling faces and said nothing. When he greeted them, they nodded. There was not the slightest sign that Li Tianming had just beaten up the younger generation of their Divine Tomb Cult.
Perhaps, to these elders who had weathered countless storms, our childish squabbles truly were too immature, Li Tianming thought.
Very soon, he had greeted them all. His