Deep within the Wind Clan Divine Island, halls stretched one after another, magnificent and grand. In the most imposing hall, the Saint Lords were seated.
Those who could enter were either sect masters or Demon Kings, all supreme experts of the Eastern Wilderness. The hall was filled with heroes.
Where would a Minor Completed Sacred Physique sit?
Come back and talk once it becomes a Completed Sacred Physique!
It was the Wind Clan Saint Lord's fifteen-hundredth birthday. Among the many fellow cultivators present, few were actually younger than him.
Everyone spoke freely. Some spoke of the struggle for supremacy in the Southern Territory five hundred years ago, while others reminisced about the romance and splendor of the Holy City a thousand years ago. Recalling those eventful years, the atmosphere was steeped in the vicissitudes of mortal life.
Only the person seated in one spot seemed somewhat out of place among these elder predecessors. His life force was like the rising sun, far too young, drawing many glances.
Qin Sheng: That would be me!
"This is delicious!"
Xiao Nannan held a crystal-clear, jade-like pastry shaped like a tiny Phoenix. It was so delicious that her eyes narrowed into crescents.
"There's more here. Don't eat so fast."
Qin Sheng smiled gently, wholly focused on feeding Xiao Nannan, feeling the satisfaction of raising a child.
This was nothing like dealing with a brat.
The reason he had brought the little one inside was naturally because a Saint Lord's banquet was of a far higher grade than a Saint Son's banquet.
Spirit fruits, immortal dishes, Dao tea, exquisite pastries... all were top-tier.
The Sacred Physique was pitiful. What could he eat? Nothing but the northwest wind.
The Shaking Light Holy Lord sat beside Qin Sheng and asked, "Saint Son, did the Saintess tell you