The evening banquet was hardly a grand affair. Instead, it felt more like a small gathering of friends, sharing dinner around a low couch.
Even so, Hua Rumeng still invited Li Chen to take the seat of honor.
After all, his status as the "Divine Son" spoke for itself. Never mind a small sect like the Hundred Flowers Sect-even the greatest powers would not dare slight him.
Exquisite delicacies from land and sea were laid on the table one after another. Sitting opposite Li Chen, Hua Rumeng had changed into casual attire: a close-fitting white ruqun with a high slit that fully displayed the swelling curves beneath her snowy, jade-like neck. A crimson mark stood out on her shapely thighs as she sat cross-legged before the couch, lending her a different kind of beauty.
Sensing Li Chen's gaze, Hua Rumeng discreetly tugged her skirt over her thighs and said with a smile, "After you, Young Master Li."
"No need for formalities, Sect Leader Hua. Make yourself comfortable." Li Chen withdrew his gaze and smiled back, but as he spoke, he was the first to lift his chopsticks and place a translucent morsel of seafood on his plate.
Clearly, Sect Leader Hua seemed to be very wary of him.
Even He Ying had noticed what had been exposed earlier that day, so naturally Li Chen understood it all the more clearly. His every gesture was humble, yet he also kept his distance from Hua Rumeng.
Li Chen had seen far too many women. The more she acted this way, the more he needed to keep her appetite whetted.
Only then did the other women begin picking up their chopsticks.
Though Li Chen spoke casually, neither He Ying nor Hua Rumeng would dare overstep. As for Xuan Ji, that went without saying;