After an afternoon of wandering around, they finally made it to the banquet.
The banquet was held in the Lower Pavilion, in a grand dining hall fit for a castle. Many important figures from the West Guardian Pavilion had come to welcome the Chinese National Team.
The mood at the table, however, was anything but warm.
Mochizuki Chiharu and the blond man, Okamoto Takashi, had spent the whole afternoon fuming over Mo Fan and the others. Even with their elders present, they could barely hide their anger when they saw them again.
Word of what Mo Fan and the others had done had probably spread.
And it wasn't just Mochizuki Chiharu and Okamoto Takashi. The other people their age looked so haughty their eyes might as well have been on top of their heads.
"Jeez, what's with all the posturing? We might as well start fighting," Zhou Sining said, bored.
The people at the table had split into two groups that couldn't stand each other, yet they insisted on playing gracious hosts and polite guests. Wasn't it exhausting?
Mu Nujiao shot back, "Has your Magic Energy recovered yet? And you're already talking about fighting?"
"Not yet. But I've got all of you. I don't need to go out there," Zhou Sining said with a shrug.
Even if he worked himself to death, he couldn't fully restore the Magic Energy of all Four Elements in just a night or two.
It didn't matter. He hadn't planned to take part in this National Pavilion match anyway.
On this trip to Osaka, challenging the pavilion came second. The real priority was letting Mo Fan follow the plot and obtain the Condensed Evil Pearl.
So he had no intention of getting involved in their quarrel. He'd rather spend that time getting closer to Mu