Qu Yi said, "Clear this table and replace it with the finest True Dragon Feast."
The beautiful attendant tactfully explained that the True Dragon Feast had to be reserved in advance. Qu Yi displayed his sect token and introduced everyone present. The attendant hurried off to fetch the manager, and before long, Qu Yi's request had been granted.
Heavenly Wind Tower was no ordinary place, but several Outer Sect Disciples had gathered here. In the outer world of Biyou Academy, they were already among the cream of the crop.
Soon, the lavish spread had been prepared anew. Worth a Purple Wish Bead, the True Dragon Feast was the finest banquet the entire outer world of Biyou Academy could provide. Even just smelling it, without taking a bite, filled the mouth with fragrance and set one's lips and teeth tingling with anticipation. Just looking at it, one could feel its grandeur. It seemed less like a meal than a military gathering, with troops assembled for drills—the meal itself carried an imposing air.
Song Jinbiao paid Shi Erli no mind. Raising his cup toward Zhu Kai and the middle-aged cultivator on his left, he said, "Brother Zhu, Brother Qi, the dishes are here, so let's not stand on ceremony. Sorry for the trouble of making you two come all this way for my sake. I can't let your efforts go to waste. Once my cousin gets back, Song will treat you both, and we'll drink until we're dead drunk. For now, you'll have to make do with this spread."
Zhu Kai clinked cups with Song Jinbiao and took a small sip. Smiling at Qu Yi, who had been staring at him the whole time, he said, "I know what happened. That young fellow surnamed Shi behind you has no manners at all.