Little Flower Fairies carried silver cups and golden platters, floating through the air as they filed in and out.
Inside the great hall, everyone enjoyed the music and dance, sampled the delicacies and the wide variety of pastries. It looked like a bustling, festive scene.
Yet although everyone was toasting one another, the atmosphere was somewhat strange.
Wu Chu and the other masters and mistresses were seated above, while none of the guests below held enough status to sit on equal footing with them, much less their disciples.
Only A Mang, the arriving A Wen, and A Wu and the others were qualified to do so. Yet they did not dare casually joke with a senior like Wu Chu, nor would they press him to drink.
In terms of seniority, Wu Chu was technically of the same generation as them. But when they had first been enlightened, Wu Chu had already been sitting down to drink with their masters.
Thus, they had always regarded Wu Chu as a senior half a generation above them.
As a result, the banquet was only lively on the surface; the atmosphere was not truly all that spirited. The women's voices made up most of the noise at the feast.
Then, halfway through the banquet, Dijiang and the other former Witch Ancestors, now Martial Ancestors, actually came over after hearing the news, once again freeloading food and drink.
They acted entirely as though they were not outsiders at all.
Fire-Passing Youth carried a Dang Kang beast on his shoulders and took the lead, shouting from above Purple Jade Mountain, "Brother A Chu, I heard you've returned from beyond the domain. Open the gate already—I've got something good!"
Wu Chu was rather speechless. *As if I'd believe that! You crude fellow, you think carrying a Dang