When the Mystic Masters arrived at the banquet hall.
The circular hall, spanning over twenty thousand square meters, was already more than half full.
A glance around revealed at least six hundred tables in the banquet hall, with eight seats at each table—more than five thousand people in all.
A Blue-Haired Mystic Master muttered quietly, "So many people are attending. I thought there would be a thousand at most!"
The Tall Mystic Master instantly caught the implication.
Most of the attendees had to be ordinary Warriors. This fellow could not put aside a Mystic Master's airs, and felt somewhat displeased at having to sit alongside so many ordinary people.
In short.
He still clung to the same old mindset and looked down on Warriors from the bottom of his heart.
The Sturdy Mystic Master seemed to be blunt by nature and directly jabbed at him. "The Grand General Overseer said that the Sea King Feast is primarily meant to reward meritorious soldiers. We're only here to mooch a meal."
The Blue-Haired Mystic Master choked on that remark. Since it invoked the Grand General Overseer, he ultimately did not dare say anything more.
After all, this was the Grand General Overseer's territory. Even a Mystic Supervisor had to behave here, much less a mere "lowly" Mystic Master like him.
The Sturdy Mystic Master continued, "The central area of the banquet hall is already filled with meritorious Warriors. We'll probably have to sit in the corners."
The Tall Mystic Master deliberately made his stance clear. "The corners are fine. We're only here to mooch a meal anyway."
The two exchanged smiles, both feeling a sense of mutual appreciation.
Sure enough.
A Mystic Adept hurried over, confirmed the identities of the Mystic Masters, and pointed toward a northern corner. "Honored Mystic Masters, the