Clear Moon Mountain, Jiekong Temple.
"Young Master."
Old Wei came forward with Wei Shan and Monk Kong Zhao, handing over a jug of wine.
Su Yi smiled as he accepted the wine jug, tipped back his head, and drank deeply.
In the years gone by, Old Wei had followed the Temple Master through the world. Whenever they emerged from a great battle, Old Wei would always present a jug of wine.
It was an understanding shared between Old Wei and the Temple Master.
"Monk, hurry and arrange a feast. Today, I want to drink heartily with everyone."
Su Yi gave the order with a smile.
Monk Kong Zhao said, "Do you think I don't know you? Everything was prepared long ago!"
Everyone else laughed at those words.
That day, a banquet was laid out atop Clear Moon Mountain.
Those in attendance included not only Sword Immortal Qing Shi, Jiekong Sword Monk, and the others, but also old monsters like Li Zhong, Yellow Sword Devil, and Wood Spirit Lord.
At the banquet, everyone spoke of today's battle and could not help but sigh with emotion.
Inevitably, they also spoke of the Hong Family Clan behind Hong Feiyu. Every old monster present carried a note of apprehension in their words.
The foundation of that clan was simply too terrifying, far surpassing ordinary Ancient Powers.
Su Yi did not take it to heart.
So what if they came from the Immortal Realm?
They were merely a group of Departed Spirits who had survived the Doomsday Cataclysm by sheer luck.
Granted, the Hong Family was filled with experts, including Departed Spirits at the immortal level. Yet constrained by the rules of heaven and earth, they currently had no chance to walk the world.
Just like in today's battle, the Immortal Will Hong Feiyu had