As the sun set behind the western hills and night descended, the entire Flying Immortal Alliance Sect Gate was steeped in the fragrance of immortal brew. Everyone was having a thoroughly enjoyable time.
Meanwhile,
Zhang Qingyuan quietly left the great hall and made his way to the rear mountain, where he saw the Carefree Old Daoist standing with hands behind back, his gaze fixed on the pitch-black night sky beyond, where one could not see one's fingers before one's face.
The noisy, flourishing Sect Gate behind him, awash in red lanterns and green wine, seemed to have little to do with him.
"Senior, won't you join them?"
Zhang Qingyuan stepped out from behind the big tree at his back and spoke softly.
Because the Land of Divine Ruins Forbidden Area had been on his mind, Zhang Qingyuan had been looking for the Carefree Old Daoist during the banquet.
Yet early in the morning, the other man had already vanished into the crowd.
It seemed he had left the crowd long ago and come here to sit quietly by himself.
"Haha, I'm old. I no longer have the vigor of a young man. In the end, I still prefer being alone."
The Carefree Old Daoist laughed heartily, stroked his beard, and spoke with a sigh.
"Young friend Zhang, what about you? Why did you run out here?"
"To be honest, this junior has always been used to being alone and rarely attends such banquets."
Zhang Qingyuan gave a bitter smile and rubbed his nose.
Banquets like this—
The last time he had attended one, as far as he could remember, had been several hundred years ago.
Back then, he had merely been in the Spirit Essence Realm. A Senior Brother named Zhao Yuanyang, in order to draw everyone closer together, would