The noon sun hung high, casting three spotlights over the open-air feast.
From Clear Abyss Sect's mountain gate to its main hall, every seat was filled with guests. Elder Qian bustled about receiving visitors, his fat face smiling like a wrinkled meat bun.
Old Qian was already calculating that, in the near future, there would be little Ice Blocks or little brats, followed by another full-month feast.
He could collect another round of gift money. Old Qian might become Clear Abyss Sect's strongest... uh, second-strongest elder!
There was a reason the gift money was so generous.
Nearly every one of Li Mo's former investment targets had shown up today.
"The most correct thing I ever did in my life was become sworn brothers with Young Hero Li."
"Master Murong, your grandson is about the same age as Young Hero Li. This..."
"What's the problem? Am I wrong?"
"You're right, you're right."
"Heavenly Mountain Sword Villa and Cloud-Crossing Sword City both sent people, and they haven't even started fighting. Young Hero Li's reputation is simply too enormous."
"Brother Li, I brought all the brothers from Gangdou Sect!"
"Human food really does taste better. Ling Yuangou, leave some for me, damn it."
The powerful figures attending the engagement feast gathered like clouds. There were so many that faint silhouettes of Heaven Patrol Guards had already appeared in the sky.
After all, if everyone seated here joined forces, what if Li Mo got drunk later and declared that he wanted to establish a new "Great Yu"?
As Shang Wu's disciple, the Heaven Patrol Guards felt that was not impossible.
What the Heaven Patrol Guards had not expected was that another group was just as nervous as they were.
At the table in the corner occupied by the Demon Summoning Cult and Spirit Rhinoceros