After Prince Tianlu left, nothing troublesome happened... Everything proceeded in an orderly manner according to proper etiquette.
Would anything happen at this banquet?
Who would want anything to happen... This was practically the birthday celebration of the most powerful woman among humanity. Even the Venerables had sent representatives, and the top figures from all sides had gathered. Who would make trouble on an occasion like this?
By noon, the Empress Dowager had arrived. Through the curtain, only a vague silhouette could be seen indistinctly seated above.
With the guest of honor already present, speculation about the mysterious guest upstairs shifted from whispered exchanges to silent guesses.
The Nether Sacred Emperor had not appeared.
The Sacred Emperor had not attended such banquets for many years. No one brought it up. It was not something that could be discussed publicly, and one had to speak cautiously—even someone with the status of Emperor Puxian.
"May Your Highness enjoy endless years..."
"This is a stone essence from West Mountain. It took three thousand years to give birth to a spirit, three thousand years to take human form, and three thousand years..."
"Yunzhongliao's gift: one alliance-limited Heaven Rank Warship Spirit Boat, and one hundred of the latest-model Yellow Turban Warriors..."
There was quite a variety.
Even Wen Duo, who had already obtained a tremendous opportunity, could not help clicking his tongue in wonder as he sat among the guests.
He had been Black Soul for only a short time, and the mark of a Canglan person still remained. "Back when I was Old Wen, I thought becoming the Alliance's Great Debater before the age of thirty was the peak of my life, with financial freedom and everything. Now, by comparison, I didn't know the word 'poor' could be so difficult to write... The gifts collected