The singing and dancing did not stop, nor did the wine cease flowing.
The hall was bustling with excitement. After round after round of visitors came forward with their congratulations and gifts, Ye Xiu finally found a moment to breathe.
Slaying a Spirit Transformation cultivator in battle had certainly made his name resound, but fully absorbing the impact brought by it all would likewise require time to settle.
"Tonight has been far too busy. I did not even have the chance to offer you my congratulations, sir."
Ye Xiu raised his teacup. As he sat high above, looking down at the elders and sect masters below taking this opportunity to exchange pleasantries and forge connections, he heard a hearty laugh from beside him.
"Fellow Daoist Ji, you are remarkably leisurely. Everyone below is busy making connections, yet you have come up here to speak with me, this decorative mascot hanging above. Opportunities might slip away while you are at it."
Heyang City was developing ever more rapidly, and the number of sects it accommodated was likewise increasing.
Within the Inner City, everyone abided by the rules and could not casually use spiritual power to injure others, so naturally there was far less friction between them.
As they spent more time in contact, exchanges naturally became more frequent.
Under such circumstances, forming alliances and trading urgently needed resources became an exceedingly ordinary matter.
After all, sects could always complement one another.
Although cultivators from the major sects all sought to raise their disciples into well-rounded talents, as long as they were people, they would naturally have things they excelled at and things they did not.
Likewise, if everyone in a sect cultivated the same type of arts, they might coordinate seamlessly, but there would inevitably be a little less variety.
Spiritual