The Four Seas Pavilion banquet ended amid an atmosphere of surface harmony, with everyone harboring their own thoughts beneath it.
One after another, the guests rose to take their leave, their words still courteous.
Wan Shangyi personally saw them out of the pavilion, his face full of smiles.
Chen Qing followed the crowd out of Four Seas Pavilion, the evening breeze carrying a chill as it brushed against his face.
"Junior Brother Chen, please wait."
A gentle voice sounded from behind him.
Chen Qing turned around and saw Wu Anren walking toward him at an unhurried pace.
He Shuang had not left with him and had already departed ahead of them.
"Senior Brother Wu." Chen Qing stopped and cupped his hands.
Wu Anren approached him and smiled. "Junior Brother Chen, you seemed rather quiet today."
Chen Qing gave a faint smile. "I have only just arrived and possess the least seniority. The senior brothers and sisters were discussing major matters such as the movements of the sect's upper ranks and the struggle for True Disciple Seats. Naturally, I listened more than I spoke."
Wu Anren nodded, his tone quite sincere. "Junior Brother Chen, you are too modest. You passed the twenty-ninth floor with Gang Strength Mid-stage cultivation—no one would dare underestimate such potential. In the end, we all came from the Hundred Sect Selection. Compared to disciples raised by Tianbao Supreme Sect itself, we count as our own people. If you encounter any difficulties in cultivation in the future, or hear any news, you and I should exchange information more often."
His words carried an obvious intent to show goodwill and draw Chen Qing in.
Chen Qing understood perfectly. Wu Anren had taken notice of his potential and wanted to forge a good relationship. Perhaps, in the future competition for