The banquet was halfway through.
The atmosphere atop the Star-Gathering Terrace gradually grew livelier, and the Outrealm races and cultivators from within the Immortal Residence began to rise and move about.
They chatted with one another, exchanged resources, and discussed potential collaborations.
They had truly entered the "fame and profit arena" mode Zhang Zaizhi had spoken of.
Before long, someone approached the front rows.
The first target was Baili Hong.
A mighty Demon Race cultivator from the Outrealm, with a pair of golden dragon horns growing from his head, carried a cup of spirit wine to Baili Hong and said something with a beaming smile.
After listening, Baili Hong lifted his teacup and raised it toward the other party in response.
Neither slighting him nor drawing close.
The Demon Race expert did not linger either. After a few words, he tactfully withdrew.
The second target was Feng Buhui.
The president of an Outrealm merchant association, dressed in a resplendent Dharma robe and accompanied by two attendants, walked up to Feng Buhui with a smile plastered across his face.
Before he could speak, Feng Buhui's fingers suddenly moved a little faster. The formation patterns around him spread slightly, and an extremely faint hum sounded in the air.
The merchant association president's expression changed. He immediately retreated three steps, then turned and left.
After that, no one dared to crowd around Feng Buhui anymore.
Thus, all eyes focused on the ninth seat in the front row of the Star-Gathering Terrace.
Feeling the many burning gazes upon him, Xu Changqing knew that it was time.
Sure enough, not long after, an Outrealm cultivator in an azure Dharma robe stepped forward and clasped his hands. "I am Zhao Yuanlang of the Zhao Clan Commerce Association on Azure Parasol Star.
"I have long admired your