This tower was immense, with huge pillars rising below and smooth marble flooring. This was the high-class reception area, where tables had already been set out. Quite a few people were present, each with a powerful aura and extraordinary looks.
Zhao Fu arrived with his group, and countless people turned to look at them. They had already learned what had happened earlier, and their expressions grew slightly serious.
The once lively scene of laughter and conversation fell silent. Everyone simply watched Zhao Fu without saying another word. Zhao Fu paid them no heed and casually found a place to sit with the women.
After a while, the place became lively again as the various factions resumed their conversations. Some people still glanced over from time to time. Surrounded by beauties, Zhao Fu paid no attention to their gazes. He also secretly examined the women present, looking for one suitable to serve as an Evil Flower Envoy.
Soon afterward, several more top figures arrived, drawing away some of the attention that had been focused on Zhao Fu.
Among them were the young emperor of the strongest nearby empire, a cold-faced young man; a famed genius from the Demon Domain whose reputation was no less than Lou Yuye's; and a personal disciple of a top sect in the Demon Domain, who was likewise very famous.
Zhao Fu's situation was rather awkward. He was in the Demon Domain, where everyone believed him to be a demon, yet his cultivation was so low.
Still, a few people intended to come forward and get acquainted with Zhao Fu, but he refused them all. Zhao Fu knew exactly what his identity was, and naturally did not wish to have too much contact with them, lest his true identity be exposed.
Suddenly!
A woman in purple, wearing