This was a grand Spirit Food feast to reward the disciples.
Once they entered direct combat, many of them might never return.
Naturally, they were being treated to the highest standard.
It was a temporary meeting held before the battle.
The younger generation of Wuya Sect was preparing to step forward and launch a major assault on the pillars of the Supreme Alliance.
Before the feast officially began, the seating arrangements had been made.
Yue Wuhua and Ye Qingxian were seated closest to each other.
Yue Wuhua was no ordinary person, either. Her fame had spread throughout the entire Supreme Heaven.
If Ye Qingxian weren't around in this generation, Yue Wuhua would be the undisputed greatest of them all.
Why did I say Yue Wuhua was unfathomable, too?
No one of her generation—or even the generation before hers—had ever managed to force her to use her full strength.
It was like the difference between a combat strength of ten thousand and one of a few thousand.
Against an enemy with a combat strength of ten thousand, you'd be killed in an instant.
Against an enemy with a combat strength of a few thousand, you'd also be killed in an instant.
As long as Ye Qingxian and Yue Wuhua never had a proper spar, no one else could know where Yue Wuhua's limits lay.
Other people might not know, but I knew all too well.
In her normal state, Ye Qingxian had five times Yue Wuhua's talent.
Yue Wuhua outclassed ordinary prodigies by at least an order of magnitude.
What did an order of magnitude mean?
It meant the former wasn't even qualified to compare herself to the latter; mathematically, they belonged to two different tiers.
"Junior Sister Xiaoyao, try this."
Yue Wuhua smiled as she picked up a meatball and