With one table and too many guests, they had no choice but to squeeze together.
Chen Ping'an sat between Little Millet and Chen Lingjun. Chen Qingliu and Xin Jian shared one long bench, while Jing Hao and Bai Deng sat together. Poor Silver Deer had no idea what was going on and somehow monopolized a bench all to himself.
Though Silver Deer felt awkward all over, he could hardly drag someone over to sit beside him. He could only tell that the white-robed young man with the Daoist name Restless Lord was a Jade Purity Realm Sword Immortal brimming with Dragon Qi. As for Jing Hao, especially the two Luopo Mountain guests who had arrived later, he could not fathom their depths at all. The fact that he could not see through their cultivation was itself highly telling. Silver Deer knew exactly how much he was worth.
Seeing Silver Deer's awkward predicament, Zheng Dafeng carried over a tray with both hands and pulled Daoist Immortal Wei into a seat. Silver Deer had enough tact to hurriedly shift to the edge of the bench, making room in the middle for the gatekeeper wearing a wooden hairpin and Daoist robes. Little Millet looked to the good person Mountain Lord for instructions. Chen Ping'an smiled and nodded, whereupon the black-clothed little girl rose and began bustling about. Zheng Dafeng pushed the tray toward Little Millet, and she drew handful after handful of melon seeds from her sleeve, placing them on it. Then she opened her cotton shoulder bag, poured two packets of oil-paper-wrapped Dried Fish into a porcelain plate, and Zheng Dafeng set the tray in the middle of the table so everyone could reach it.
Let alone the Vast Heaven and Earth—even in all the human world, there were few who dared