Not long after the Cheng Immortal Clan's Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators arrived...
One formidable figure after another, their bodies suffused with the pressure of the Golden Core Realm, entered from outside Flying Immortal Pavilion.
At the sight of this—
The Qi Refining Realm juniors who had been chatting merrily all rose in unison and bowed respectfully.
"Greetings, Clan Elder!"
"Greetings, Clan Head!"
"Greetings, Hall Master!"
"..."
The Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators who had been conversing with their companions also immediately rose to welcome them.
Surrounded by the younger generation, several Golden Core Ancestors of the Cheng Immortal Clan made their way to the secondary seats beneath the high platform.
After dealing with the juniors, the several Golden Core cultivators, who rarely had the chance to meet in ordinary times, began catching up with one another.
Just then!
A young-looking Golden Core cultivator looked toward several elders of his clan and spoke.
"Elders, clan brothers, I have a stroke of fortune here. Would any of you be interested?"
"Little Six, what kind of fortune is it?"
"So mysterious!"
Hearing this, the exceedingly youthful-looking Golden Core cultivator merely smiled without a word.
At this moment!
Cheng Ping'an glanced at the junior who had just spoken.
"Enough!"
"Why are you asking so clearly?
If you're interested, discuss it privately after the banquet ends.
Don't you even understand such basic rules?"
As the father and grandfather of the Golden Core cultivators present, Cheng Ping'an was indeed able to keep the situation under control.
After all, these cultivators were all his direct blood descendants.
Immediately after—
Cheng Qingyang's gaze fell upon Cheng Ping'an, and he said softly, "Father, calm down first!
Jingming only spoke without thinking just now.
Besides, today is Ancestor's joyous occasion. You mustn't get angry!"
"That's right!"
"Grandfather, don't lose your temper."