The Real Golden Crow Banquet, In Search of the Crazy Old Man

Looking at the expectant faces around him, Jiang Yun smiled kindly. Things in the hall had only just settled down. How could he let them leave so easily?

It was rare for so many of Ziwei Star's factions to gather in one place. He still had other business to attend to: the Golden Crow Clan's future had to be nailed shut for good.

Jiang Yun turned to the old Saint King of the Solar Ancient Sect. "Is the Divine Province Banquet over?"

The Solar Saint King had held his position for many years. Under the Golden Crow Clan's oppression, he had long since learned to read the room, and he took Jiang Yun's cue.

"Not yet. Without the Golden Crow Clan taking part, certain matters need to be discussed and decided anew!"

"Then let the discussion continue. How could the legacy left by the Solar Saint Emperor be disrupted over a few trifles?"

The master of the Human King Hall took it in stride and smiled at the Solar Saint King as he spoke.

The ancestors of the Human King Hall had revered the deeds of the Solar and Lunar Saint Emperors, founding the hall in emulation of them.

They had never attained the Dao and become emperors, but they had always acted openly and honorably. Jiang Yun was no indiscriminate killer, either. What he had done today was something the Human King Hall had wanted to do but had yet to accomplish.

"The Divine Province Banquet should certainly continue," the quick-witted leader of a minor Divine Province faction said.

The various factions of Divine Province sat down once more at the nearby stone tables, their state of mind turned upside down. The Solar Ancient Sect had also replaced the Golden Crow Clan as host of the banquet.

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