The palace blended into the wondrous scenery, with pavilions, terraces, towers, and magnificent halls. A group of beautiful women danced barefoot in the center of the Giant Palace, their graceful figures and captivating movements lending the scene a special charm.
Jiang Ping and the three Martial Saints sat on either side, eating fine dishes, drinking good wine, and admiring the beauties.
"Brother Chen, come, drink! This is Xifeng Island's most distinctive aged wine. It's famous throughout the nearby Ten Islands, and Martial Saints often serve it when entertaining guests."
Muyun laughed heartily. Seated beside Jiang Ping, he filled his cup several times.
Unable to refuse such hospitality, Jiang Ping drained his cup in one gulp each time.
He had to admit, though, that the wine was excellent, no worse than the finest wine in Great Li.
"You've come a long way as our guest. Let me offer you a toast as well, Brother Nianjiang."
The two Martial Saints opposite him also raised their cups to Jiang Ping.
Jiang Ping refused neither, drinking cup after cup.
They drank and chatted, their conversation ranging from Tiannan to Dibei. Even so, Jiang Ping could tell that the two opposite him were quite wary of him, probing into his origins, deliberately or otherwise, in the hope of learning which sea region he came from.
Jiang Ping held to the belief that the more he said, the more mistakes he might make, and only gave the vague answer that he came from outside the Tianluo Sea Region.
"From the Xingluo Sea Area?" Huang Ling, the female Saint opposite him, could not help pressing him.
Jiang Ping took a sip of wine and answered mildly, "No."
Tianluo and Xingluo bordered each other, so he could hardly claim to be from there.
"Everyone has secrets of their