That night, the Dragon Palace held a banquet to celebrate Ao Qian's safe return and the visitors' arrival.
Spirit wine and Spirit Fruits were served for everyone to enjoy to their heart's content.
Silken music and dancing continued without pause.
Though they were all very ancient and traditional forms of entertainment, everyone was experiencing them for the first time, so they found them immensely novel.
There were also the other banquet guests.
Though it was not a grand gathering involving the entire clan, those present were all direct descendants of the Jade Dragon Race who were especially close to Ao Jin's family.
Status, appearance, cultivation, Dao Comprehension...
Every one of them was among the best of the best. If any one of them traveled through the Central Plains, they would be honored guests of every major sect.
Yet now they were seated below as companions, leaving the group both flattered and somewhat overwhelmed.
Fortunately, they had all seen the world before.
For one thing, both sides had deep ties with little Ao Qian, and the dragons treated them warmly. Amid clinking cups and raised goblets, the atmosphere was excellent.
For another, Lu Zheng sat at the seat of honor, quoting classics and historical texts as he spoke with effortless wit. Even when the conversation turned to all manner of spells and cultivation, he could discuss them with ease, drawing the most attention.
"The Central Plains truly are a land of outstanding people and spiritual beauty. Young Master Lu is so young, yet his Dao Comprehension is profound and his knowledge broad. He is indeed a leading figure of White Cloud Temple's generation." An old man with a gray beard and white hair stroked his beard and smiled.
He was an old dragon. Though his talent and comprehension were ordinary, sheer