After leaving the Tai Chi Arena, Ling Tian and the others met up with Zi Yun and the rest. Naturally, there were congratulations, as well as some complaints. After all, Zi Yun and the others had been misunderstood by people from the Cultivation World for so long; they had to vent a little. Ling Tian responded to them one by one. Fortunately, things had turned out well, and he soon managed to calm everyone down.
Next came the celebrations, and what a celebration it was. Ling Tian and the others laid out a lavish banquet at the Yang Stage. Everyone drank and chatted freely, laughing and joking to their hearts' content. It was a delightful night, and one destined to go sleepless.
The next day, the sun was already high in the sky when Ling Tian finally woke, rubbing his aching head. Seeing Hua Min'er and the other women looking at him reproachfully, he explained, "You know I didn't want to drink either. But Great-Uncle and the others had a lot of pent-up frustration, so they kept pouring me more. Lin Er and those little rascals joined in, too. I'm doing pretty well, all things considered."
Only after hearing his explanation did Hua Min'er and the other women's expressions soften.
As they chatted, Mo Lei and the other women returned from their shopping trip. They skipped over to Ling Tian, looking excited. Ling Ruo spoke up. "Father, everyone in the Cultivation World looks at us differently now. They're very respectful toward us."
"Heh, Lingxiao Pavilion is now unquestionably the strongest force in the Cultivation World, much like the Immortal Spirit Palace was back then. Naturally, outsiders respect you," Mo Yu explained with a laugh. But his expression soon turned solemn. "Ling Tian, we killed so many people from the Human