I was wrong. Truly, I was wrong.
Li Changshou looked at the gentleman before him, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
He had long expected that Grandpa Zhao would overcome every difficulty to come join the festivities, yet he had still clung to a sliver of hope, thinking that since he had not invited him, Grandpa Zhao might care about saving face and thus...
Li Changshou had even schemed over it a little.
When dozens of Jie Teaching Immortals said they wanted to come join the festivities, Li Changshou had realized that word might reach Grandpa Zhao's ears. Deliberately not inviting him had also been meant to cool down the "ironclad friendship" between them.
Who would have thought Grandpa Zhao valued this friendship so highly that he had simply come uninvited!
"Grandpa—cough, Senior, please have a seat."
Li Changshou sighed. "It was not that I alone left you out, Senior. Mainly, this is no great matter. As Jie Teaching's Chief Outer Disciple, how could this junior trouble you to make an appearance over such a celebration?
Would that not be slighting you?"
"Oh?" Zhao Gongming blinked and stroked his beard with a smile. "Yes, that makes sense?"
"Of course," Li Changshou said with a smile. "To this junior, Senior carries tremendous weight!"
Zhao Gongming shook his head with a laugh. "That mouth of yours truly has cultivation behind it!"
Good thing he did not call it blessed...
With that, Zhao Gongming was invited by Li Changshou to sit in a round-backed chair at the side.
A burly man immediately ran over from nearby to serve tea. This could be considered a specialty of their Sea God Cult.
"Brother, what exactly is this celebration of yours for?"
Holding his teacup, Zhao Gongming swept his immortal sense over the Southern Sea