At that, Luo Yi suddenly felt he had misjudged how dangerous this banquet would be.
The First Princess of the North Sea Dragon Palace—or rather, this Golden Mountain—most likely had a Tribulation-Crossing Pseudo-Immortal Powerhouse presiding over it in person.
What else could make these proud Human Race cultivators and demons line up and wait so obediently?
Surrounded by her guards, the noblewoman seemed to linger not far from Luo Yi, making the two appear unrelated to outsiders.
In truth, she kept close enough to reach his side at once if anything unexpected happened.
Though Luo Yi had changed his figure and appearance and failed to recognize her, the noblewoman had recognized him at a glance.
He was the Human Race Tribulation-Crossing Pseudo-Immortal Powerhouse she had glimpsed at the Immortal's Cave Abode, effortlessly passing a two-colored Heavenly Tribulation.
She had no idea why a Human Race Tribulation-Crossing Pseudo-Immortal Powerhouse of such formidable strength had suddenly come to the First Princess's birthday banquet.
But her instinct for danger still made her edge toward him.
As a fellow Human Race cultivator, if he intended to cause trouble at the banquet, she might be able to seize the chance to ease the crisis facing the Nine Sons of the Endless Sea.
Her cultivation was nothing impressive, but she would not mind lending him a hand.
The long, winding queue crept forward.
Beneath the Golden Mountain, a Crimson Flood Dragon in human form periodically raised its voice in proclamation.
"The Alchemy Cauldron Sect presents one bottle of Ageless Rejuvenation Pills and one jug of Snow-Skin Spirit Liquid to celebrate the First Princess's birthday!"
"Please proceed to the thirty-third floor!"
Once the Crimson Flood Dragon had loudly announced the guests' identities and gifts,
a scantily dressed maid waiting behind it would hurry forward and lead them