The banquet lasted well into the afternoon. Cups clinked throughout the hall amid laughter and lively conversation.
Dai Mubai did not enjoy drinking, but he had little choice on an occasion like this.
As elders and young people alike came to toast him, Dai Mubai accepted every drink, downing one cup after another.
The older men, like Yang Wudi and Niu Gao, could hold their liquor. Even the younger ones, like Ma Hongjun and Yang Pojun, went several rounds.
To everyone's surprise, Ning Rongrong could drink more than any of the other young people.
The Little Demoness was unusually excited. Several cups later, her face had not changed color and her pulse had not quickened. She had hidden that talent well.
As the sun dipped westward, the banquet finally began to wind down.
Dai Mubai called the four elders and other key members into a side hall. He rubbed his temples and slowly circulated his Soul Power, driving off some of the drunkenness. Only then did he take out two Storage Soul Tools and set them on the table.
"Elder Lou brought five hundred pistols and a hundred thousand rounds of ammunition this time. Together with the last batch, we now have a thousand pistols in total. They're all in these two Storage Soul Tools."
Lou Gao stroked his beard. "These guns are finer than the last batch. The barrels use a new alloy formula, so they last longer and shoot more accurately. We've improved the bullets too. Their penetration is much better than before."
Dai Mubai nodded and put one away, then handed the other Storage Soul Tool to Bai He. "Elder Bai, allocate this half to the sect for now. Our elite members can apply to carry them. The Speed Clan in particular lacks offensive power. With pistols,