Two days passed in the blink of an eye.
Ever since Chu Huan arrived, Zhan Zuixin, who had already been quite courteous toward Qin Shaofeng, became even more polite.
He had practically reached the point of reverence.
Ever since Zhan Zuixin had frightened off the four Rogue Cultivators with a single "Lord Li" two days ago.
With one command.
A lavish banquet was promptly laid out before the astonished eyes of Chu Huan and the other two.
The scale of the feast could not exactly be called astounding.
The main thing was Qin Shaofeng's manner.
The way he ate, truly like a beggar wolfing down food, was enough to leave anyone speechless.
Not to mention the batch of fine wine Zhan Zuixin had specially had brought over from Tianbei City while Qin Shaofeng slaughtered his way through the Cangming Mountain Range.
That made things even more startling.
At noon and in the evening of the second and third days.
Banquet after banquet reached the level of outright extravagance.
Chu Huan had interacted with Zhan Zuixin for a time before.
In his eyes, Zhan Zuixin was also a proud and arrogant man. Such behavior had truly far exceeded his expectations.
The day of the martial contest had finally arrived.
Just when they thought they would head for the competition square after breakfast, another invitation to a banquet arrived.
A banquet first thing in the morning?
Chu Huan, the other two, and the two Rogue Cultivators all stared in utter speechlessness.
Only after they had eaten and drunk their fill, and Zhan Zuixin had once again presented more than thirty jars of fine wine, did he lead everyone on their way.
Though the feast ended quickly.
By the time they arrived at the square specially prepared for the contest, they saw that