Wine Had Passed Three Rounds, and the Challenges Began

The atmosphere throughout the venue instantly grew somewhat delicate.

The incident from several days ago, when the Xie Family had been publicly humiliated by Ye An outside the Liu Lineage's gates in Cangwu Prefectural City, had long since spread throughout the Seven Commanderies of Yun Province.

At this moment, with people from the Xie Family arriving, everyone subconsciously lowered the cups in their hands, and all eyes turned toward the mountain gate.

The first person to enter everyone's sight was the Xie Family's ancestor, Xie Yunting, who walked at the very front.

This Xie Family ancestor, over a hundred and seventy years old, had a withered, gaunt face, yet his eyes were bright. Every step he took on the red carpet carried the oppressive presence of an Open Palace Martial Artist.

A well-informed martial artist cried out softly, "That's the Xie Family's ancestor! He actually came in person!"

"Who knows how many years it's been since Old Ancestor Xie took part in martial affairs? And today, he actually came personally..."

"It's probably because of what happened a while back."

Murmurs quietly drifted through the banquet, but no one dared speak loudly.

Behind Xie Yunting followed Xie Hengyi.

Xie Hengyi wore a deep-purple brocade robe, with a long saber in a dark scabbard hanging from his waist. There was not the slightest trace of frivolity between his brows.

The swelling on Xie Hengzheng's cheeks had already gone down, and to the naked eye, there were hardly any traces left of his having been slapped.

Yet when his gaze swept over Ye An in the crowd, the fear in Xie Hengzheng's eyes could not be concealed. It was as though that slap had landed on his face again. He instinctively lowered his head, not daring to look any longer.

Xie Hengyi's gaze