In Qihai Pavilion at Flower Sea Tower, cups and wine tallies crisscrossed.
Li Qingxian chatted freely with Zhou Chunfeng's former subordinates. As the wine warmed them, they grew increasingly relaxed.
From the princes' succession struggle of the Taikang Era, they talked their way to the Demon Clan's entry through the pass; from the Netherworld's return of the dead to the martial world power struggle; then from the evil devils' entry into court during the Taining Era to the Southern Kingdoms.
Almost nothing was off-limits. They even traded bawdy jokes about the current grand secretaries and senior officials of the Six Ministries.
Yet throughout all that conversation, no one mentioned the Worthy Crown Prince of the Taikang Era who had been captured by the Demon Race.
Eventually, the conversation settled on the situation with the Demon Race and the current state of Far-Reaching City.
Their faces were still slightly flushed, but their eyes were exceptionally bright.
Li Qingxian held nothing back, describing every detail of Far-Reaching City.
"A northern paradise..." At He Lei's assessment, everyone chimed in with praise.
As they chatted, fewer and fewer people remained in the room. He Lei said quietly, "Once people have had a few drinks, they keep coming and going. They're bound to run into acquaintances and go offer a toast as a courtesy."
Li Qingxian nodded.
When he had gone out to relieve himself, he too had run into a few familiar faces. Since they were only nodding acquaintances, he had returned straightaway.
A little later, officials from other rooms began coming over to offer toasts.
Most wore the green robes of the lower ranks, with the highest being Sixth Rank officials in scarlet. Li Qingxian remained seated in the place of honor, accepting their toasts.
Once the stream of visitors dwindled, He Lei