When Jingli returned, Jiang Wang's group was just about to take their seats.
He thumped forward at a run, intending to snatch a seat beside his junior brother—how had there become even more women around his junior brother after he had only been gone for a little while?
They just kept coming and going, never ending!
This mortal world was a Sea of Bitterness; all worldly ties were karmic snares. Junior Brother, you had to be careful.
As he ran, he glanced toward the entrance of the hall and happened to see a man and a woman walk in.
The man looked fairly ordinary, but what drew attention was that he cast no shadow beneath him.
The woman had a pair of white brows, lending her originally delicate features a touch of indifference and resolve.
Then he suddenly heard his junior brother call out, "Fellow Daoist Zhu! Brother Fu!"
And he saw the man and woman both head toward Junior Brother Jiang.
Well, there was another one.
His junior brother was simply tangled up in karmic snares!
He quickened his pace, hurrying over to protect the Dao.
Everyone understood the Dao differently. Everyone sought their own Dao.
Zhu Biqiong of Sea Fishing Tower and Fu Yanqing of Yang Valley had come together to the Dragon Palace Banquet today; naturally, there was meaning behind it.
In the battle of the Lost Realm, Sea Fishing Tower had suffered a devastating blow. Its core forces had sustained grievous casualties, while Huai Island had been subjected to a cleansing slaughter. Jinghai True Person Gu Huaixin and Xu Xiangwan had both fallen in battle, Chen Du True Monarch had fallen in battle, and Dragon-Fishing Guest had returned together with Myriad Eyes...
Fortunately, the prodigy Zhu Biqiong had shone brilliantly, Senior Brother Chen Zhitao was steadfast