Oh boy, it was over.
Feeling the sudden surge of pressure and the formation that enveloped the entire Soaring Pavilion, Tao Li looked at the empty table and let out a long sigh. It seemed he would not be getting any food into his mouth easily today.
This funeral banquet had clearly come with ill intent.
At least at a Hongmen Banquet, they let you eat a few bites before the Hongmen part began. But here, the cold dishes had not even been served, and they were already bringing out the Hongmen?
Hongmen as the opening course, was it?
He leaned against the back of his chair, lowering his head in dejection.
The leaders of the other factions seated beside him were already used to seeing Tao Li like this. At their level of cultivation, what delicacies of land and sea had they not eaten? Naturally, they held no particular obsession with a single meal. But if that person was Tao Li, then it was perfectly normal.
There was something not quite right with Tao Li's head.
How should one put it? This man thought in strange ways, and Ling Seventeen was Tao Li's only friend. The only reason these two had become friends was because one loved bragging while the other loved hearing people brag.
It was a match made in heaven, one clap and it rang.
Other than young Sky Prodigies like Ling Seventeen, people at their level of cultivation generally had nothing to do with the word "arrogant." They rarely boasted in ordinary times, afraid of exposing their trump cards and some of their past.
There were precedents for such things.
Someone got drunk in a tavern and said he had intercepted and killed a disciple from some sect years ago. The next day, he was hanging