Water-Moon Sword Palace.
Heavenly Lake.
As the sun climbed ever higher.
More and more guests arrived.
Female disciples of the Sword Palace served as attendants, weaving back and forth as they continuously brought out fruit, fine wine, and jade liquor.
Jiang Ning sat quietly beside Zhao Yulong, leisurely sipping his wine.
His attention was focused on the surroundings, on the guests conversing all around him.
Among these dozens of people, every one of them was extraordinary.
There were quite a few Grandmasters among them. The information he gleaned merely from their conversations was already well worth his attention.
Not to mention that several tables of Grandmasters were discussing the Dao, exploring their respective Martial Dao paths.
After listening intently for only a short while, Jiang Ning felt that he had gained greatly.
He also came to understand something.
Why so many people had come to attend this so-called Grandmaster Banquet.
Under normal circumstances, how could so many Martial Dao powerhouses be gathered together to exchange ideas and discuss their insights?
Shutting oneself away to build a cart was unlikely to lead to any achievement.
Even for Grandmasters, everyone had more or less accumulated their own doubts over the course of their journey.
They needed to communicate with people of the same level and mutually discuss their insights.
As the saying went, those caught in the situation were confused, while onlookers saw clearly.
A single word of guidance from another person might instantly pierce through the fog of confusion.
And perhaps that was the meaning behind the existence of the Grandmaster Banquet.
After quietly observing and listening for a while longer, Jiang Ning reached this conclusion.
In his view, that was precisely why.
Even before the Grandmaster Banquet had begun, most of the guests had already arrived.
Xiao Qiushui had yet