"Senior Hong Ding, there's no need for such formality between us."
Lin Bai helped Hong Ding to his feet, and the two exchanged a smile.
Hong Ding said, "You are now the master of the Celestial God Tomb. Although my cultivation is much higher than yours, the proper courtesies must still be observed."
"Empty formalities can be dispensed with."
"Come, let's drink."
Lin Bai took Hong Ding by the arm and led the way into the hall.
Before Nangong Qingxuan had even approached Silver Moon City, he had already notified the Nangong Lineage to prepare a banquet.
Now, the long tables in the hall were covered with delicacies from land and sea.
Lin Bai sat with Hong Ding and chatted for a long while. Nangong Qingxuan occasionally added a few words, but for the most part, it was Lin Bai and Hong Ding doing the talking.
As for everyone else, they did not dare even breathe too loudly.
After all, they had witnessed it with their own eyes. Two months ago, this man had trampled an Evil Flood Dragon beneath his feet, wrapped in a heaven-shaking blaze as he swept across the world. He had annihilated Myriad Evil City, battled Tianchi City, subdued Great Snow Mountain, and marched his armies to the gates. Faced with such divine might, countless experts in Silver Moon City had been cowed with fear. They had immediately opened the city gates and surrendered, avoiding the calamity of slaughter.
And now, the very Evil Flood Dragon he had once crushed beneath his feet was sitting in the hall drinking wine.
"Lin Bai... no, Emperor Ling, may I ask what brings you to Silver Moon City this time?"
After three rounds of wine, Hong Ding finally asked with a smile.
At once, Lin Bai swept his gaze