"Greetings, Night Emperor (Young Master Lishang)." The moment they saw the white-robed man seated on the flower platform, the sea guests—some barely able to contain their excitement—immediately paid their respects. Some clasped their hands with restraint, others bowed deeply; some moved stiffly, while others trembled with fear. Meng Qi blended in among them, sizing up this "Night Emperor," a man of considerable legend.
According to his earlier guess, the Gardener outside was the real "Night Emperor," while the man inside was merely a stand-in. But now, that seemed only partly right. At the very least, the young man in white had an aura that was profound and restrained. His bearing was imposing, yet he possessed the easygoing, carefree manner the stories described—he loved to laugh and indulge himself, and had a particularly refreshing air about him. Had he not seen the Gardener, Meng Qi might never have suspected that this man wasn't the "Night Emperor."
"Night Emperor" Huo Lishang waved a hand, the corners of his mouth lifting in a bright, genuine smile. "I was just lamenting that I had no companions to drink with until dawn, and then I happened upon all of you. At this moment, none of us need concern ourselves with our origins or backgrounds; we're all drinking companions. Why be so restrained?"
The woman behind him was strikingly beautiful, with a perfect figure and refined features. Her expression was gentle as she let him lean against her chest. Her aura was as captivating as a spring breeze, carrying a unique warmth. She was a rare beauty who possessed both looks and strength—at least a Peak Expert. With her slender, fair fingers, she peeled crimson longans and fed the fruit into the Night Emperor's mouth. Her gaze brimmed with affection, and her movements were graceful and