The Dragon Palace Banquet No Longer Exists in the World, How Can It Compare to the Crowded Heavenly Palace Guests

They all said Wang Yiwu was stern, cold, and utterly lacking in human warmth. Yet he was actually smiling now.

Children really were wonderful—harmless in every possible way.

Bao Xuanjing straightened up, thanked General Wang for his magnanimity, then saluted Chongxuan Zun and Ji Zhaonan. "This junior of the Bao Family greets Councilor Chongxuan and General Ji! Grandfather said that when one is away from home, one must not disgrace the nation's name. Xuanjing is young and not very sensible; there must surely be things I have done poorly. I hope all you elders will look after me!"

His childish voice was crisp and clear, like chiming jade pendants—a delight to hear.

He clasped his hands again and made a very proper circle of salutes. "And all the uncles, aunties, grandfathers, and seniors whose names I do not know, I will not salute each of you individually. We will come to know one another in the future!"

Brimming with youthful vigor! Great ambitions from childhood!

Was this not precisely the sort of protagonist figure born in answer to the age, one encountered only once in ten thousand years in the histories?

Zhong Xuanyin dearly loved heroic poetry and could not resist asking, "Little Friend Bao Xuanjing, which seat do you desire?"

Bao Xuanjing resumed that reciting-a-textbook tone and said solemnly, "Grandfather said that a man should harbor lofty ambitions and strive forever upstream. I shall follow his words."

He clenched his tiny fist and passed through the seated crowd, walking forward with utmost seriousness. He was clearly somewhat nervous, yet he still bravely made his way to the front. The first row was already full, so he took the first seat in the second row.

The armored, masked oddity seated in the first row glanced back at him and spoke