Xu Chunniang was honored as a distinguished guest and invited to attend the celebration.
With her cultivation, she ordinarily could not have been seated in the main hall.
But the Treant King was grateful for her life-saving treatment and had deliberately arranged Xu Chunniang's seat directly below her own.
That night, the entire Treant Kingdom boiled with excitement. Countless treants spread the news, raising their cups in wild celebration.
However, halfway through the festivities, a treant on duty suddenly came to report.
"Your Majesty, several Yaksha race mighty cultivators have arrived at our Treant Kingdom. They say they have come at the behest of a venerable one from their race to offer you their congratulations."
The Treant King's brow faintly furrowed, then relaxed again. Her tone was cool and detached.
"Our Treant Race has always been kind to others. We have never crossed paths with the Yaksha race, like well water and river water minding their own business. Since the Yaksha have come, let them enter."
"Yes."
After receiving the order, the reporting treant turned and left the great hall.
But Xu Chunniang's heart tightened. The Treant Race had gained a new Mahayana Venerable—this was no small matter. Even the fierce Yaksha race had specially sent people to offer their congratulations.
Human cultivators had always valued propriety. They surely would not miss such a grand occasion.
Before long, human cultivators would probably arrive here as well.
If they learned that she was currently hiding among the Treant Race, another storm of trouble would inevitably arise.
With that thought, Xu Chunniang no longer hesitated and sent a voice transmission to the Treant King.
"Your Majesty, I suddenly remembered something. I'm afraid I must leave the Treant Kingdom early."
The Treant King was somewhat puzzled. "What could be so urgent? Once the