"Did he announce it himself?"
Li Tianming could only say that the Divine Tomb Cult still cared about saving face.
"Yes." An Ning paused, then added, "Although the two hundred and fifty poetry tokens you won from Mu Baiyi do not count under the rules, you brat were cunning. You said beforehand that while the rules might not acknowledge it, people would in their hearts. That left the Divine Tomb Cult with no recourse."
To the various clans of Xuanting, the Divine Tomb Cult was like boiling a frog in warm water. Before the water reached a boil, they still had to keep smiling.
And at this Divine Emperor Banquet, at the very least, fine wine and delicacies had been laid out. The standards were quite high.
Of course, in the past, the Divine Tomb Cult had spent money to buy amusement, to buy the inner frustration of Xuanting's geniuses. Yet this time, because of Li Tianming, they truly had not gained a single advantage at the ancient banquet so far.
Li Tianming knew all of this perfectly well.
As An Ning's eyes shimmered, she looked at Li Tianming and sighed deeply. "For us to win even one banquet is tremendously important for uplifting the morale of all the clans. It must be said that your merit will endure through the ages. Every person of Xuanting should thank you."
As Li Tianming gained the recognition of more and more Xuanting clans, An Ning also felt a sense of accomplishment. After all, she had been the one to brush aside all opposition, withstand the pressure, and gradually "feed" Li Tianming into what he was today.
Though this little baby was indeed a monster himself, during his infancy, someone still had to feed and protect him, didn't they?
Now, with the eternal