Although Cao Changjing had already left the Cangzhou world for over thirty years.
He had once been a direct disciple of the City Lord of Burial Soldier City, after all. What grand spectacle had he not seen?
As the Hall Master of Heavenly Fiend Hall, Di Nüfeng found the decorations before her barely acceptable.
As for Li Xuanxiao, there was even less need to say anything.
What Miao Zhishun had arranged might have been impressive to other cultivators, but to the three before him, it truly amounted to little.
The banquet began amid this awkward atmosphere.
Miao Zhishun said, "Let me offer you a toast first. You saved my daughter's life, so you are my family's benefactor.
"We will treat you to fine wine and good food for a few days. When you leave, I will certainly prepare another generous gift for you."
Cao Changjing could tell that the other man was subtly urging them to leave.
So, he glanced at Li Xuanxiao.
Li Xuanxiao raised his cup. Naturally, he understood the meaning behind the man's words, yet he pretended not to.
"Thank you, Uncle Miao, for your warm hospitality. However, I fear I will have to trouble you in this treasured place for some time yet."
Miao Zhishun did not answer. The smile on his face faded somewhat as he took a sip of wine.
Cao Changjing did not know whether Li Xuanxiao was pretending not to understand or truly had not understood.
In any case, given his own temperament, no matter what unavoidable circumstances he encountered—
If he found himself in such a situation, and the host's words implied that he was being asked to leave, he would definitely turn around and take his leave at once.
That was simply Cao Changjing's nature. He would not allow himself