Compared to Zhang Sanfeng's hundredth birthday celebration, Liu Zhengfeng's Golden Basin Washing Hands Ceremony was much livelier. This was not because Liu Zhengfeng had better connections than Zhang Sanfeng, but because the man had actually invited quite a few people. As for Zhang Sanfeng, he had wanted to spend his birthday in peace and quiet, so he had invited no one. Even if others knew it was Zhang Sanfeng's hundredth birthday, they would not have dared disturb the celebration.
After all, the man had not invited you. Showing up anyway was obviously rude—it amounted to forcing your way in and taking advantage of the occasion.
Of course, a powerhouse like Duanmu Huai would not care about such things. His attitude was simple: if he wanted to freeload, he would freeload. His very presence was giving you face.
Liu Zhengfeng, meanwhile, had sent invitations far and wide, turning the Golden Basin Washing Hands Ceremony into a major event. Thus, aside from the heads of the various sects, there were also plenty of people from all walks of life. The entire Liu Mansion was packed to the brim and deafeningly noisy.
However, when Duanmu Huai appeared before the guests with Wang Yuyan and Little Dragon Maiden, the previously boisterous Liu Mansion immediately fell much quieter.
A person's reputation preceded him. Duanmu Huai had been in the Northern Martial World for some time and had done quite a few earth-shaking things. Not to mention, he had recently killed Yu Canghai, the head of the Qingcheng Sect, and burned the entire Qingcheng Sect to the ground, erasing it completely from the Northern Martial World. Once again, everyone realized that the title of Undead Killing God was no empty boast.
Thus, although those martial artists were practically drooling as they stared at Wang Yuyan and