With Yi Shuyuan and Jiang Lang's arrival, the lively celebration in the Spirit Pearl Pavilion's great hall shifted toward the two of them-or, more precisely, toward Jiang Lang.
As for Yi Shuyuan, although he was an Immortal Cultivator, he exuded neither the radiant splendor of the Immortal Dao nor an immortal's ethereal aura.
Moreover, the Spirit Pearl Pavilion's grounds were constantly suffused with immortal radiance, making Yi Shuyuan even easier to overlook. Even the pavilion master had offered no introduction.
In some people's eyes, he was merely an attendant of the Dragon King of Longwind Lake. Of course, others did not look down on Yi Shuyuan; after all, he had been introduced as Jiang Lang's friend.
The people here were pragmatic, and Yi Shuyuan deliberately diminished his own presence.
The master of the Spirit Pearl Pavilion introduced himself as Sikong Zhe. He had relocated here from the north and established the pavilion with great divine abilities and immense magical power, putting down roots and founding a sanctuary for his cultivation. Today was the occasion for a grand banquet.
The wine was unquestionably excellent, and no effort had been spared on the dishes either. Music and dancing added to the merriment in the hall.
Besides offering congratulations to their host, the guests frequently raised their cups to Jiang Lang.
"We have two joyous occasions to celebrate today! First, the completion of the Spirit Pearl Pavilion; second, the restoration of Longwind Lake's waterways and the Dragon King's return to his rightful place. Come, Brother Jiang, let your little sister offer you another toast!"
A flamboyantly dressed woman in red rose from the table beside Yi Shuyuan and Jiang Lang. Who knew how many times she had toasted Jiang Lang already?
"You're too kind, too kind. Cheers!"
Jiang Lang turned no one away,