"I have met Brother Jiang and Brother Shi."
"Sorry for the wait, Senior Brothers."
The four young men were all dressed in the robes of inner disciples of the Nine Underworlds Demon Palace. Their attire shared the same ink-wash style: pure-white robes decorated with wisps of black patterns, like strands of curling smoke rising over snowy white paper.
"No matter."
"Let's enter the valley and talk."
Jiang Zhihuan cautiously swept his gaze around the area. Only after confirming that no other martial artists were approaching Flower Plucking Valley did he smile and invite the four young men inside.
Once they entered Flower Plucking Valley, Jiang Zhihuan merely raised a hand from afar, and several young beauties standing before a two-story building hurried over. Each took one of the four young men by the arm and led him up to the second floor.
Jiang Zhihuan had already arranged the banquet, singing, and dancing. Once the four young men arrived, the feast could begin at once.
Jiang Zhihuan and Shi Yunhai sat on one side with the four young men opposite them. Two young beauties sat beside each person, pouring wine and serving food, while dancers gracefully performed in the middle.
After several rounds of drinking, the mood in the pavilion reached its peak. Everyone drank, chatted, and laughed, having the time of their lives.
Shi Yunhai accompanied Jiang Zhihuan in drinking with the four men. When three rounds of wine had passed, he secretly gave Jiang Zhihuan a meaningful look.
"Brother Jiang..."
When Jiang Zhihuan heard Shi Yunhai call out softly, he immediately understood from his eyes.
He promptly waved his sleeve, signaling for the singing and music to stop, and had the several young beauties attending them temporarily withdraw as well.
"Fellow Daoists, we've had nearly enough to drink. It's