Zhang Longhu had shared this news out of goodwill, given the friendly relations between their two sides.
Chen Qing chatted with him for a little while longer.
Seeing the travel-worn looks on Zhang Longhu and the others' faces, he rose and cupped his hands. "Brother Zhang, Miss Chen, you have come from afar and must be weary."
"We will not trouble you further and shall take our leave first. This evening, the sect has arranged a banquet at Little Bamboo Pavilion to welcome you all and wash away the dust of your journey. Then I will drink and make merry with Brother Zhang."
Zhang Longhu laughed heartily. "Brother Chen, you are too courteous. We will certainly impose on you for a few cups then!"
Chen Youning also gave a slight nod.
"If you need anything at all, simply instruct the Steward Disciples here."
Chen Qing added this before taking his leave together with Qu He.
After leaving the spacious reception hall and following the white stone stairs winding down Welcome Guest Peak, they encountered quite a few unfamiliar faces in all manner of attire. Led by Tianbao Supreme Sect stewards, they were heading toward the refined guest courtyards scattered across the peak to settle in.
People came and went. Their Auras were mixed, yet mostly powerful, and the air was filled with a bustle and prosperity unlike usual.
Colorful banners and distinctive clothing emblems marked the visitors from various factions, who had arrived one after another.
As the third True Disciple of the sect, Chen Qing clearly could not remain idle during these troubled times. There would surely be no shortage of similar reception and negotiation duties ahead.
As the two walked, several figures emerged from the fork in the road ahead.
The leader was none other than Min Wenxuan,