Radiant Saint Palace, banquet area.
Immortal mist curled through the air, figures moved to and fro, and the gathered heroes came and went in a scene of extraordinary bustle.
Master Chen's voice suddenly rang out as he read the gift list. Some young people were stunned. On such a grand occasion, had Chen Fusheng come bearing gifts under his own name?
The plain-dressed Mi Xi stared wide-eyed, her heart filled with shock. Had Chen Fusheng come to curry favor with the Radiant Supreme?
Over the past several decades, Mi Xi and Chen Fusheng had been in frequent contact. The Moon Palace they jointly managed had blossomed throughout the Pure Yang Continent, and its shops had already grown to number more than ten thousand.
"Something's not right."
Hei Bao had always been exceptionally sharp. Chen Fusheng represented the Star Gazing World—he did not represent the Great Sun Saint Palace!
This was wrong. Where did that leave the Great Sun Saint Palace?
He abruptly turned his head and scanned the palace master, Han Ping. He caught a fleeting emotion on Han Ping's face, but that emotion seemed to be fear...
Hei Bao wiped away a bead of cold sweat. What was going on?
Mu Xin was delighted. Gazing at the Azure-Clad Youth standing by the mountain gate, her eyes shone brightly as she waved at him from far away. Come over...
Hei Bao tugged at Mi Xi, making her sit down.
Because he had seen Chen Fusheng, standing there at ease with his hands behind his back, casually glancing at Han Ping.
Hei Bao's scalp prickled. He knew Chen Fusheng fairly well, but that look just now—had it been the king's utter contempt for everything here?
Han Ping lowered his head and sipped his tea. Had Chen Fusheng brought the Star Plucking