A Cup of Cloudy Wine, to Old Friends

Su Chen and his group stepped into the courtyard.

The clamor came to an abrupt halt.

The dignitaries from the major sects and empires all set down their wine cups.

They did not recognize Su Chen, who walked at the front.

But they understood the expressions on Tang San, Dai Mubai, and the others at the main table.

It was the tension of facing something insurmountable.

Ma Hongjun hurried forward.

"Welcome, everyone," he said softly.

Ma Hongjun's gaze swept over Su Chen's sides.

Qian Renxue and Chu Yao stood shoulder to shoulder.

Their gazes passed over Ma Hongjun and remained fixed on Su Chen's profile.

Ma Hongjun quickly lowered his head, not daring to look any further.

"Congratulations," Su Chen said.

He raised his right hand.

Wood grain intertwined in the void, and a wooden box took shape out of thin air.

"A wedding gift." He handed the wooden box over.

There were no Soul Power fluctuations, no spatial rift.

It had been created from nothing.

Ma Hongjun accepted the wooden box with both hands.

"Thank you, Senior. Please, take your seats!"

Ma Hongjun led everyone toward the main table in the center of the courtyard.

Xue Beng, the emperor of the Heaven Dou Empire, rose to his feet.

Ning Fengzhi, the sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, stepped back half a pace.

Without saying a word, they yielded the seats of honor.

Su Chen took the seat of honor.

The other six sat down in turn.

The Shrek Seven Monsters and the emperors of the two great empires, who should have been seated there, retreated to a secondary table beside them.

"What is this supposed to mean?" Ning Rongrong lowered her voice. "We've become accompanying guests?"

Oscar made a silencing gesture.

Tang San held an empty