Qinyuan led Bei Ming to the first row of the guest seats.
The guest seats were shrouded in spiritual light. There were only six seats in the first row, clearly reserved for the Xuan Sect Disciples.
The seating arrangement also followed the rankings from Zixiao Palace back then. It was solemn and orderly, beyond reproach.
As soon as Bei Ming approached, he saw Jieyin rise to his feet with a broad smile and clasp his hands in greeting.
"Greetings, Senior Brother Beiming."
One did not strike a smiling face, so Bei Ming returned the gesture.
"Junior Brother Jieyin, you live quite far away, yet you arrived quickly."
Zhunti in the next row also stood and offered a salute, his usual smile on his face.
"Fellow Daoist Beiming, we too actively supported the Dao Ancestor's decree.
With demons in charge of the Heavens, there could be a Heavenly Court. Still, the Heavenly Court's fruits truly are excellent."
After saying that, Zhunti beckoned to a nearby maidservant.
"Please bring me another serving."
The maidservant beside him was utterly helpless. Of the many Great Powers who had arrived earlier in the hall, some sat quietly cultivating while others conversed in low voices.
Only Zhunti ate while packing food away. He had already asked for more Spirit Fruit eight times.
This image was truly rather different from the unfathomable Great Powers she had imagined.
"As you command," the maidservant replied softly before turning away. Her skirt swept over the jade steps, carrying a faint floral fragrance.
As a maidservant, she had to satisfy the guests' reasonable requests as best she could.
In any case, it was the Demon Race's stockpile being consumed. She had merely come to the Heavenly Court to make a living, so she did not feel any heartache.
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