When the state banquet ended and Zhang Tie, Bai Suxian, and the others stepped out of Anyan Hall along the red carpet once more, the sky outside was already full of stars.
Only after getting back into the car did Zhang Tie let out a long, heavy breath.
For Zhang Tie, occasions like this were exhausting enough just from dealing with the endless stream of people who wanted to make his acquaintance—more tiring than fighting a battle against the Devil Race on the battlefield.
Over the two-and-a-half-hour banquet reception, Zhang Tie could not even remember how many groups of people had come over to strike up conversations with him. From beginning to end, he had been surrounded.
Many people at the reception did not know that Zhang Tie had known Cecilia all along, that they had fought together in the Earth Element Realm and shared a life-and-death bond. But after seeing Zhang Tie invite Cecilia for a dance, many thought they had figured out Zhang Tie's "preferences." As the evening went on, more and more beautiful women began appearing at his side.
Countesses, royal queens, princesses, grand duchesses, ambassadors' wives, beautiful female Knight officers—it was enough to make Zhang Tie's head spin.
And the more beauties surrounded Zhang Tie, the more people at the reception assumed that he liked beautiful women, with tastes broad as the sea.
At a time like this, even if Zhang Tie tried to explain that his relationship with Cecilia was not what people imagined, no one would have believed him. After just one state banquet, he reckoned his reputation as a romantic rogue would officially cross the borders from this day onward and spread through every continent and subcontinent.
He really was being wronged.
"Who was that woman who stopped you by the fountain after