The next day.
Dawn had barely broken when Ye Xingchen opened his eyes. Clutching his splitting head, he said, "Damn it!"
He had already forgotten how much he drank.
Yesterday, after Zhou Hong broke through to Martial Emperor, Jun Changxiao threw a grand banquet that evening to celebrate.
Wine was naturally indispensable for such an occasion. Although the Night Emperor had repeatedly stressed that he did not drink, after Li Fei and Tian Qi provoked him several times, he rolled up his sleeves and went all out.
"Quack, quack—"
Suddenly, a sound came from behind him. Ye Xingchen's expression changed, and he hurriedly turned around, only to find several ducks huddled in the corner.
Why were there...
The Night Emperor tried hard to turn his head, and the expression on his face instantly crumbled.
Creak!
Suddenly, the door was pushed open.
"Ah?"
Liu Wanshi's voice rang out. "Junior Brother Ye, why are you sitting in the Duck Pen?"
"Sect Master."
Inside the Main Hall of the Starfall Continent outpost, Li Qingyang said, "At the current construction pace, it should be completed in about a month."
Jun Changxiao took a sip of tea and said, "Our Eternal Sect will occupy the Main Peak. The other six mountains will be uniformly designated Numbers One through Six."
"..."
Li Qingyang's mouth twitched slightly.
Naming mountains with numbers—his sect master truly was casual to the extreme.
"Right."
Jun Changxiao said, "Build whatever you like below as well. When martial artists from the various sects of the continent enter, let them live there."
The Starfall Continent outpost had been conquered by him, and he had planned both its terrain and buildings. Naturally, he had no desire to let others casually move in.
Besides, arranging the martial artists of the various sects below while his