Amid whistling gusts that cleaved the air, supreme powerhouses radiating peerless pressure descended in force upon Spirit City's busiest central district like gods coming down from heaven.
Then they all reined in their auras and approached the entrance of the extravagantly luxurious Angel Hotel, operated by Qian Xunji, chatting and laughing.
It was the hotel's busiest hour.
"Huh?!"
Qian Xunji was personally inspecting the lobby entrance, directing the attendants as they welcomed distinguished guests.
When he looked up and recognized the imposing procession approaching outside, he froze completely, as though someone had cast a paralysis spell on him.
What wind blew them here today? What joyous occasion could this be? How did all the Old Ancestors suddenly get the urge to visit my Angel Hotel together?!
Qian Xunji cried out inwardly.
Normally, even when these Old Ancestors came out for an occasional feast, they only arrived in groups of two or three.
Although shock and bewilderment filled his heart, Qian Xunji was still a former Supreme Pontiff who had weathered great storms.
He quickly recovered, his face instantly filling with an exceedingly respectful, welcoming smile.
"Old Ancestors, Father! Please, come inside!"
While settling the Old Ancestors in, Qian Xunji finally succumbed to his curiosity. Seizing an opportunity, he quietly sidled up to his father, Qian Daoliu.
"Father," Qian Xunji asked in a lowered voice, somewhat apprehensively, "what exactly is going on? Why has everyone come marching to the Angel Hotel today? Does Spirit Hall have some great news to announce?!"
Qian Daoliu stopped, looked at his bewildered son, and stroked his beard as he burst out laughing.
"Hahahaha! You brat, how can you pay so little attention to your own son?" Qian Daoliu said, his eyes brimming with pride. "What else could it be? We old fellows gathered here today