"Many thanks, Brother Yun Yan!"
Nie Yun clasped his fists.
To Emperor Yuan Yang, these matters were simplicity itself. If Nie Yun had handled them himself, they would surely have been exceedingly difficult. Whether this succeeded or failed, he would owe the other man a favor.
"Let's go take a look over there. We've been gone so long; they should be wrapping up soon!"
With that, Emperor Yuan Yang lightly grabbed Nie Yun by the shoulder, and the two vanished from where they stood.
As an Emperor-level powerhouse, he could not possibly lower himself to dine with the Eight Kings, Twelve Dukes, and the others. But the birthday banquet was more or less over, and he should go have a look and see the guests off.
No matter what, it was his birthday banquet. Showing his face only once was somewhat hard to justify.
Space pressed in around him. When Nie Yun opened his eyes again, he had returned to the great hall from before.
"Greetings, Emperor Lord!"
Cries rang out all around them.
Nie Yun looked over and saw that Old Man Jie Mo had indeed arranged a banquet. The Eight Kings, Twelve Dukes, and the invited guests had nearly finished eating. Yet with the Emperor Lord absent, no one had dared leave.
"Make yourselves at home. Brother Nie Yun, sit beside me!"
Emperor Yuan Yang smiled faintly and sat in the central seat. Then he patted the seat beside him and spoke to Nie Yun.
Though his actions appeared casual, everyone below understood perfectly well.
This was an attitude—a declaration of Nie Yun's standing in his heart!
"Damn it! Damn it!"
Prince Duobo, seated below, had a face so gloomy it seemed ready to drip water.
He had thought this birthday banquet would let him make a stunning