The various forces that had arrived soon took their places.
The Void's Four Ruffians, Deity, players, System Hosts, and Reincarnators, who had been fighting to the death not long ago, now acted as though nothing had happened.
They sat in their seats, nodded to one another, and that was it.
Quite a few factions silently sighed.
They had not held much hope that a fight would break out, but when it truly did not happen, they still felt somewhat disappointed.
They were not being given any opportunity at all.
Chen Yi had no acquaintances present.
Most of those who had come were not particularly strong among the seventh tier. If he had not taken Donnie's commission, Chen Yi likely would not have attended this banquet.
Because... this banquet had been destined to be nothing more than a war of words.
If not to put on a show and fleece the Dragon Race a little, probably not even a single seventh-tier being would have come.
Just as Chuka had said.
If they did not feed the various factions until they were satisfied, did the Dragon Race think they could simply open the Dragon Gate whenever they pleased?
But how much to feed them was another matter entirely.
And so, it began.
A level 64 believer from the City of Heaven was the first to launch an attack, angrily rebuking, "What is the meaning of this seating arrangement of yours, Dragon Race?"
"Do you think your Dragon Race stands above all others, while every other faction is beneath you?"
The Dragon Race had always emphasized hierarchy, yet the seating arrangement at this banquet did not reflect that principle at all.
The various factions sat equally on both sides, while the Dragon Race occupied the far right.
Biolleta Cardan, a seventh-tier dragon, did