At the banquet, cups clinked amid flourishing song and dance.
Holding a wineglass, Lin Mo wore a courteous smile as he entertained the endless stream of guests coming over to toast him.
He had always been able to hold his liquor, and now, with a Tier 3 physique, he could drink a thousand cups without getting drunk.
Yet his expression carried just the right hint of tipsy languor, making people feel that this young Count was not unapproachable.
The flickering candlelight cast the elegantly dressed noblewomen and socialites in a peach-blossom glow.
His spiritual perception quietly spread outward, taking in everything within several dozen yards.
Who was stealing glances at him, who was whispering about him, and whose eyes held a different kind of meaning.
Lin Mo raised his glass and took a sip.
Suddenly, Mo Yi's voice rang out through the Consciousness Link.
"Boss, all one hundred and fifty brothers have finished equipping themselves. Ten squads, fifteen men per squad. We can depart at any time."
The corners of Lin Mo's lips lifted in a faint, imperceptible curve.
"Proceed according to the original plan. Remember, the mission is to establish a foothold and gather resources.
"If you encounter danger, preserving yourselves is the top priority."
"Understood!"
Lin Mo cut off the link, raised his glass, and took another sip.
The Hall of Supreme Harmony was brightly lit, with the sound of strings and flutes lingering without end.
Emperor Zhao Heng was speaking quietly with several old ministers, a gentle smile on his face.
At another table, envoys from various nations exchanged drinks and spoke in foreign languages no one could understand.
Thirty meters beneath the Imperial City of Kyoto.
Black Ice Platform headquarters, surveillance hall.
This was one of the Great Xia Empire's most mysterious places, never mentioned in