This time, no one refused. Everyone, even Zhou You and the other two, raised their cups and drank along.
Then Chen Shuo set his empty cup down heavily and smiled.
"Now that we've had our drink, feel free to do as you please. Oh, right, I also keep a few dancers and singers in the palace. I'll have them come out and liven things up later..."
To be honest, his words were nowhere near proper etiquette. They were downright crude. But while others had to follow the rules of the Ten-Thousand-Fathom Palace, Chen Shuo did not.
He was the master of the Ten-Thousand-Fathom Palace, its undisputed supreme authority.
Faced with this generous offer, however, the guests exchanged looks. After a long while, someone finally raised a hand.
Chen Shuo nodded in satisfaction.
"Go ahead. What's your question?"
The man chose his words before speaking.
"Palace Master Chen... You didn't invite us here just to eat and drink, did you? If there's something you want, wouldn't it be best to tell us sooner rather than later?"
Chen Shuo smiled without answering and looked around at those present.
As noted before, these people did have real ability. But even with more than a hundred of them gathered here, he felt no particular concern. The Bodhi Temple and Fanmi of the Thirty-Six Sects had already left, and the bald monks from Rosy Clouds Temple were nothing special. However capable the rest were, without a powerful sect behind them, what did Chen Shuo have to fear?
Even someone as formidable as the Heaven-Piercing Sword had been forced to tuck his tail between his legs and behave under the pressure of a single sect.
Chen Shuo opened his mouth, seemingly ready to make an example of the fool with swift, ruthless force. But just then,