Jun Changxiao had returned, and a rendition of Iron Blood Heart had made the disciples cough up blood on the spot. Even after two years, his skill remained as formidable as ever, enough to strike fear into anyone who heard it.
The missing portion of absurdity gradually gathered after Gousheng returned, and the entire sect was instantly infused with a complete soul.
"Dudu!"
Jun Chang said loudly, "Hurry and prepare a banquet!"
He and the Core Disciples had returned after two years of cultivation, so they naturally had to celebrate properly.
"Yes!"
Liu Wanshi immediately mobilized people to prepare a sect banquet.
"You two."
Ye Xingchen looked at Su Xiaomo and Li Fei, then said coldly, "Don't run off tonight!"
No banquet could do without wine. In that regard, A Niu had absolute confidence that he could make both senior brothers collapse beneath the table.
"We're finished."
Su Xiaomo and Li Fei wore despairing expressions.
Whenever banquets had been held in the past, the two of them had always taken the initiative to urge Ye Xingchen to drink. Now, he had drunk them into a psychological shadow.
Night fell.
Yi Hei, Er Hei, and the others brought up fine wine and delicious dishes one after another.
Before it began, Jun Changxiao announced in public, "The disciples who went out to train for two years will follow me to Xiongwei City tomorrow to participate in the upcoming Sect Competition."
Celebration was celebration.
They could not forget proper business either.
"We're participating in the Sect Competition again?"
Ye Xingchen placed two jars of Drunk Life Dream Death before him, a smile rising at the corner of his mouth.
After two years of cultivation, his strength had increased greatly. It was the perfect time to meet the top geniuses of the various major