A gathering of prodigies.
Dozens of talented young men and women had gathered here, but an unexpected guest slightly spoiled the atmosphere.
"Hahaha!"
"I didn't expect this place to be so lively. Everyone, eat and drink well—don't be restrained."
Chen Changsheng warmly greeted everyone. Anyone unaware of the situation might have thought he was the host of this gathering.
At this, Zheng Ling frowned slightly and stepped forward. "Why did you bring him here?"
Facing Zheng Ling's questioning, Lu Mingyu said blandly, "Do I need to report to you whenever I bring someone?"
"You clearly know that this man is at odds with the Beast Race, yet you deliberately invited him here. Are you trying to cause trouble?"
Zheng Ling's expression darkened.
Seeing this, Lu Mingyu coughed twice and said, "I don't care what his relationship with the Beast Race is. No one can stop me from inviting whoever I want."
"If we weren't roughly of the same generation, you wouldn't even be qualified to speak to me like this."
With that, Lu Mingyu passed Zheng Ling by and followed Chen Changsheng.
The banquet soon began, and Chen Changsheng found a corner to start wolfing down the fruit platter.
Guan Ping, who had been lashed thirty times, wore a deeply aggrieved expression.
"Sir, it would have been one thing if you hadn't helped us, but why did you let them beat us half to death?"
In response to Guan Ping's complaint, Chen Changsheng ate a golden fruit and said,
"This is the consequence of your hesitation."
"In the Cultivation World, once you come to blows, the other party is your enemy."
"If you keep taking their identity into account, you'll only end up beaten to death."
Hearing this, Guan Ping felt even more wronged.
"But they're Pill City's Guard