North Sea Dragon Lord Ya Ci and the veteran ministers of the North Sea Dragonkind had already departed. To many, this meant the most important part of the ceremony was over, and the remaining guests no longer needed to stand on ceremony.
While Hui Mian lamented that the North Sea Dragonkind had not arranged a banquet, Jiang Lang hurried over at once. Yet he was far from the only one keeping an eye on Yi Shuyuan.
Or rather, almost everyone inevitably turned their gaze toward Yi Shuyuan and his companions.
"Old Yi-"
Jiang Lang had barely spoken when Yi Shuyuan raised a folding fan in front of him.
"We'll talk in a moment."
The main hall had no roof, leaving it especially open and airy. A glance upward revealed the course of the flowing radiance in the North Sea.
It was not just Yi Shuyuan. The others in the hall could also sense something unusual about the water vapor. Dimly, they seemed to see a dragon taking shape above the North Sea Dragon Palace.
"Fellow Daoists, this is a rare opportunity. We can exchange pleasantries later. I shall take my leave first!"
Yi Shuyuan cupped his hands to those around him, then departed ahead of the others. Stoneborn and Qi Zhongbin hurried after him, while Hui Mian slapped the giant serpent's head with his tail, urging She Chাংলai to follow as well.
As they passed the female immortals of the Taiyin Palace, Du Xiaolin led the others in a bow with her hands crossed before her, a natural smile appearing on her face.
Yi Shuyuan returned the salute with cupped hands and nodded slightly to Du Xiaolin and the others. The Taiyin Palace party then left the hall as well. Once the two groups had departed one after the other,