"Prepare a feast," Mei Yukong instructed. Outside the study, a female anomalous being immediately accepted the order with a smile and departed.
Clearly, the so-called "feast" in the Demon Court was absolutely beyond standard. There was no need to think about it—any random ingredient would likely shock True Immortals and Heavenly Grade supernatural practitioners.
Wang Zesheng nodded and said, "Not bad, Brother Mei. Reading quietly at midnight, with Hong Xiu adding fragrance to the study—you're different from the past. You've opened up your heart."
"Don't talk nonsense." Mei Yukong corrected him, though he could not be bothered to explain further. After sensing slightly, he said, "Why hasn't my Junior Sister come in?"
"She's still in the Dojo of the deceased in the 36th Heaven. I..."
Mei Yukong cut him off. "Zhao Yun, there's no need to prepare the feast. Bring in a cup of coarse tea."
Upon hearing that, Wang Zesheng nearly wanted to spar with him. "Old demon, what do you mean? Serving tea to see off a guest? I've been thinking about you all these epochs for nothing."
After displaying his extraordinary foundation, Old Wang's appearance and bearing carried heroic spirit at the corners of his eyes and brows, even a faint trace of Killing Intent. He seemed somewhat forceful and overbearing.
Mei Yukong, on the other hand, was more refined. He said, "No wonder my luck has been soaring into the heavens for the past two epochs. So it was you talking about me behind my back."
The deceased had extended a solemn invitation, and Wang Zesheng and Jiang Yun could not refuse. Thus, they had attended in their true bodies; the Old Wang in the Demon Court was merely a manifested divine form.
Of course, this divine form was highly unusual. It was one of Wang