"Hahahaha, as expected, you're all old acquaintances! After all, there probably aren't many people who could reach your level in such a small world as the Plague Focal World.
That makes discussing certain matters later much more convenient."
Golden Lung Heavenly Venerable had stayed at the back the whole time, observing them. If he noticed that any of them had clashed in the past or that the atmosphere was unsuitable, he would have spent a little extra money to open separate private rooms.
As things stood, the atmosphere seemed quite harmonious. They could save a fair amount of money, and gathering together would make discussing important matters more convenient.
With a beaming smile, he sat down beside Yi Chen. After all, their breathing could enhance each other.
"Gathering us at a restaurant that serves only gods should mean you have something important to discuss, right?" the Great Emperor asked bluntly.
"It is indeed important, but I can explain in detail after the meal.
"After all, you've only just escaped a malignant incident, and all of you still bear injuries from malignant detachment to some degree. The dishes here should help with recovery."
The Great Emperor's hands, which had originally been folded on the table, suddenly rose and spread apart, supporting his chin.
The movement of his hands was like a tightly shut city gate being slowly pushed open. The Heavenly Venerable could even faintly hear the sound of countless troops charging toward him.
The Great Emperor's words became firm and indisputable. "The only injured person here is Griman, and he shouldn't be in any particular hurry to eat. Tell us about your matter first, Heavenly Venerable."
The Great Emperor's imposing presence threw Golden Lung Heavenly Venerable's breathing into slight disarray for several seconds.
"All right, all right~ I won't stand