Shen Qingxuan swept his gaze across the crowd. The guests at the banquet, especially the family patriarchs who had just mocked him, lowered their heads one after another, not daring to meet his eyes.
They might not want to give back what they had already swallowed.
But they were still afraid to face Shen Qingxuan, who had reached the Transcendent Ninth Heaven.
Especially since...
Shen Qingxuan wasn't just powerful. He was also close to death.
As the saying went, the clever feared the reckless, and the reckless feared those with nothing to lose.
If they truly enraged Shen Qingxuan and he decided to take a few people down with him, what would they do if they were among them?
Silence fell over the gathering.
Just as everyone unconsciously began to breathe more softly, Shen Qingxuan suddenly smiled.
"You patriarchs must be joking. As your junior, how could I forget your kindness? I should be the one to toast you today! Someone, bring wine. The good wine! Bring out the best I've been saving!"
His smile finally let the crowd relax. Until then, everyone had been wound tight as a bowstring.
Zheng Songming even grinned and clapped his hands.
"That's more like it! We Tianfu Aristocratic Families stand together. And... and we respect our elders and care for the young..."
Shen Dai frowned as she listened to Zheng Songming ramble on.
Zheng Songming really knows how to throw his age around. He keeps harping on some old favor—but what favor? It was a fair exchange! And now he's acting so high and mighty. How infuriating!
Shen Dai picked up the cup before her, tipped back her head, and drained it.
Even though Shen Qingxuan was someone they suspected, she couldn't help feeling wronged on his behalf.
And Zheng Songming wasn't the