"Ha ha ha, splendid! Drink, drink some more!"
Di Nüfeng's hearty laughter echoed through the magnificent hall.
She raised an enormous jade goblet, amber-colored spirit wine sloshing within.
The guests came forward one after another to offer toasts, their congratulations unceasing.
Yet no matter who stepped forward, their eyes inevitably carried scrutiny and curiosity as they glanced at the man in green seated in the secondary seat to Di Nüfeng's right.
Li Xuanxiao.
He sat with composed ease, quietly pouring and drinking for himself, forming a subtle contrast with the surrounding clamor of demonic qi and monstrous miasma.
As for the many Spiritual Senses falling upon him, he was like a deep pool: stones were cast into the water, yet scarcely any ripples appeared.
This unusual sight naturally stirred undercurrents among the guests below, and whispers rose in secret.
"Who is that human cultivator? How can he sit at the same table as the sect leader?"
"Judging by how warmly the sect leader treats him, he is definitely no ordinary retainer..."
"His face is unfamiliar, and his aura is restrained. I cannot see the depths of his cultivation, but anyone the sect leader treats this way cannot be mediocre."
"Could he be some reclusive expert?"
Li Xuanxiao swept his gaze calmly across the densely packed guests below.
He truly did not recognize a single person in the hall.
But the cultivation world had its own marks of identity. He keenly picked out several conspicuous styles of dress.
Those in plain white Daoist robes, with flowing-cloud patterns embroidered on their cuffs, were disciples of Cloud Passage Temple. Their auras were upright and peaceful.
Another group wore black martial garb. They were Attendant warriors of the Divine Temple Sect.
As for the deep-sea visitors who made up a considerable proportion of the