To Ning Zheng, this round of the Esteemed Immortals' banquet had been nothing short of heart-stopping.
On the surface, it seemed they had simply acted on a whim and called someone over for a dance.
But in reality, the slightest carelessness could result in death and the dissipation of one's cultivation. Once caught, there would be no room for discussion.
"But fortunately, they never cared about me. They thought Xi Rong Manor was being so arrogant because it was one of the Painter's subordinate forces."
Ning Zheng knew that the Painter had taken the blame for him this time.
Whoosh!
He drew a deep breath. He still felt shaken to the core as his gaze fell into the distance.
Su Yu Niang's army had run back, and Ning Zheng had no intention of letting this miscellaneous army return to the prehistoric era.
The dividends were tempting, but the risks were too great!
After he finished sorting out his thoughts, he realized it was already seven in the evening—time for another Bonfire Party.
Everyone was making a racket, beginning today's round of bragging at the banquet.
After the blacksmiths logged off, they instead caused a huge commotion on the forums, frantically making posts.
Medical Fairy Maiden: "Damn! The Esteemed Immortal has good taste. He asked Su Yu Niang to dance the moment he arrived?"
Immortal Auntie: "It feels so participatory. So it turns out we also have a part to play in this Immortal Realm, Netherworld, and ancient-travel banquet?"
Ye Kuang Xiu: "I'm dying of laughter. I thought I was going there to get a seat, but they just had me dance and sent me away. It was like soliciting on the side of the road—I was nothing but a random passerby."
Su Yu Niang: "Some people are jealous, huh? You