When Ye Zhen left the lake-center isle where the Demon God Hall's Old Ancestors cultivated in seclusion, he was still completely baffled, utterly unable to understand what that senior was up to.
The Demon God Hall's Old Ancestors had originally said quite solemnly that he wanted to discuss a private matter with Ye Zhen.
Yet before he could speak, the Old Ancestors simply left Ye Zhen standing there and stared blankly for a long while.
When he came back to himself, he merely waved Ye Zhen away, never mentioning any private matter again, and told Ye Zhen to leave on his own.
Ye Zhen guessed that the Old Ancestors' daze just now had likely been caused by communicating with someone through Soul Transmission.
But judging by how solemn the Demon God Hall's Old Ancestors had looked earlier, there truly seemed to be some "private matter."
Yet he had dropped it afterward.
It was simply whetting Ye Zhen's appetite.
But if the man would not speak, there was nothing Ye Zhen could do.
Before Ye Zhen had even walked out of the Demon God Hall's gates, Arm-Connecting Fire Monkey King Sun Ba caught him.
Eager as he was to test whether the Black Huang Iron Plate could be bound to him with blood, Ye Zhen could only smile bitterly and follow Sun Ba to attend this so-called banquet.
However, Sun Ba's banquet was not a one-man affair.
When Ye Zhen arrived, two others were already there.
"Brother, let me introduce two drinking companions... no, they should be called drinking beasts! This is Xuan Hu. He's the most hypocritical fellow around. When he sees wine, he's clearly drooling so hard he could swallow his own tongue, yet he insists on pretending not to care!" Sun Ba said, pointing at a martial artist