Water Moon Sword Palace.
Heavenly Pool.
As the sun climbed higher by the day, more and more guests arrived.
Female disciples of the sword palace served as attendants, weaving back and forth as they continuously presented fruits, fine wine, and jade liquor.
Jiang Ning sat quietly beside Zhao Yulong as well, lightly sipping his wine.
At that moment, his attention was fixed on his surroundings, on the guests around him who were constantly conversing.
Among these dozens of people, every one of them was no ordinary figure.
There were no few grandmasters among them, and the information he gleaned merely from their mouths was already very much worthy of his attention.
To say nothing of the fact that there were several tables of grandmasters seated there, discussing the Dao and debating their respective Martial Paths.
After only listening carefully for a short while, Jiang Ning felt he had gained quite a bit.
He also understood somewhat.
Why so many people would come to attend the so-called Grandmaster Banquet.
Under normal circumstances, how could so many Martial Path experts be gathered together to exchange and discuss?
Shutting oneself behind closed doors to build a cart made achievement difficult.
Even for grandmasters, after walking their paths all this way, most of them had their own confusions in their hearts.
They needed to converse with others of the same level, to mutually discuss their insights and experiences.
As the saying went, the player was lost in the game, while the onlooker saw clearly.
A single reminder from someone at the side might let one instantly pierce through the bewildering fog.
And this, perhaps, was also the meaning behind the existence of the Grandmaster Banquet.
Jiang Ning observed quietly, then listened for a while longer, and came to this conclusion in his heart.
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