After a brief but highly purposeful conversation in the lounge, Yan Chimei, with a trace of irritation, led Lin Qi and the others to the banquet hall ahead, Gods' Banquet. The moment their group appeared, the orchestra that had long been waiting inside struck up a pleasant tune, while fine misting tubes arranged across the ceiling sprayed magnolia-scented perfume.
The nobles within the hall, who had previously gathered in small circles and whispered among themselves, solemnly saluted Yan Chimei's party with smiles all over their faces. Then applause like rolling thunder erupted throughout the hall.
These sharp-sensed nobles had noticed that the conflict between Lin Qi's group and Yan Chimei's side seemed to have vanished without a trace. At the very least, both Alda and Lin Qi wore smiles. As for Long Cheng, his grin was so broad his mouth could hardly close, and every now and then he would sneakily glance at Yan Chimei. Anyone could see that something good had happened to him.
It was indeed good news. At Dark Banquet's suggestion, Yan Chimei had reluctantly agreed to cooperate with the Green Forest Family represented by Long Cheng.
For someone like Long Cheng, who excelled at climbing along a pole once given the chance, even a single strand of hair was enough for him to follow it and strip every stitch of clothing from a beauty. In Long Cheng's eyes, Yan Chimei was already food on his plate. No matter who dared compete with Lord Long Cheng for a woman, at worst he could become a traitorous guide, lead the mighty armies of Blood Qin to slaughter every nation on the Western Continent, wipe out every force great and small, and forcibly carry Yan Chimei away.
Lord Long Cheng was thoroughly at home with such things. He was