The Pu Family's grand formation activated.
Above the mountain city, the sky changed without warning. Morning radiance gave way to evening gloom, and a thousand wonders filled the heavens.
The guests thought nothing of it. They assumed it was entertainment arranged by the Pu Family.
A few grew uneasy, but they could not escape the area covered by the Purple Mansion formation.
The feast went on day and night. Before anyone knew it, evening had fallen.
A shaft of moonlight descended.
Li Rulong looked up and saw a crescent moon curved like a hook.
Its cold light fell upon him, stirring even the demonic power within his body.
"[Net Moon]—Calendar Intercalation—"
Li Rulong murmured, lost in thought.
"Is something troubling you, young friend?"
An aged voice came from beside him. It was Lord Pu!
The venerable birthday celebrant held up a wine goblet. At some point, he had arrived before Li Rulong's table, seemingly to offer a toast.
Li Rulong's scales bristled at once. His recent breakthrough to Mid Dao Foundation did nothing to put him at ease!
"Heh. No need to worry. Your only task in coming here was to let this old man have a good look at you. Nothing more."
Lord Pu's three long strands of beard fluttered as he reassured Li Rulong by voice transmission.
"Look at me?"
Li Rulong's expression went blank. A multitude of thoughts flashed through his mind.
"If this old man hadn't chosen you back then, how could you have roamed Ba Commandery so freely?"
Lord Pu raised his goblet. The other cultivators scrambled to their feet, holding their cups in both hands. Only Li Rulong remained frozen where he was, conspicuous among them.
"The Calendar-Intercalation Method is, after all, a Demon Race method. I had my doubts, so I tacitly allowed