As Xuan Wuji's voice fell, the banquet officially began.
Below, the deacons of the Holy Master Hall swiftly made the arrangements.
A group of beautiful women dressed in light gauze, carrying exquisite spirit-jade vessels, filed in with graceful steps and placed dish after dish of rare delicacies on the long white-jade tables.
At the same time, another group of women drifted into the open space at the center of the plaza.
They wore colorful robes and held cloud sleeves, dancing lightly to the music.
Xuan Wuji looked at Jiang Fan and said gently, "Jiang Fan!"
"You should go take a seat over there as well!"
"Get to know your senior brothers and sisters!"
Jiang Fan looked in the direction the Holy Master was pointing and saw that at the far ends of both sides of the plaza, there was an area specifically set aside for young disciples.
Several dozen young people with extraordinary auras were already seated there. Clearly, they were some of the Core Disciples from the Thirty-Six Halls.
And among them, there happened to be an empty seat, presumably reserved for him.
"Yes!"
Jiang Fan answered, straightened his robes, gave his thanks, and then walked toward that area.
After walking closer, Jiang Fan observed them carefully.
Among these several dozen young disciples were both men and women, each with an extraordinary bearing. The lowest cultivation among them was still at the middle stage of the Emperor realm.
A few of them had even already reached the peak of the Emperor realm.
Some had originally been chatting and laughing, while others sat quietly drinking tea...
But now that they saw Jiang Fan, they all looked over at the same time.
"Junior Brother Jiang Fan, come over here!"
A handsome youth who looked to be around thirty was the