At the elegant banquet of the Mid-Autumn Festival Gathering, the fragrance of osmanthus mingled with wine and drifted in every direction. A bright moon like a jade platter hung in the ink-black sky, spilling its clear radiance into the banquet hall and bathing it in shimmering light.
Yet that graceful moonlight could not suppress the hostility surging between the tables. Zhou Duoduo and Yang Jihua's argument had already drawn in the Western Region contingent, and a chaotic battle of verbal spears and swords was growing fiercer by the moment.
"Pah! A pack of shameless, sickening scum!"
Naran Yan sprang from his seat, his brocade robe swaying with the force of his movement. Eyes blazing, he pointed at Yang Jihua and the Western Region contingent and shouted his insults at the top of his lungs. His voice cut through the din, every word crystal clear.
"Our entire South Sea Continent has always been brimming with talent, producing outstanding young people one after another. How many Heavenly Prodigies do we have, handsome men and beautiful women with exceptional character? Yet you women ignore the fine talents right beside you and insist on fawning over those foreigners!
"And the sort who are dark and ugly, with skin as rough as a grindstone! Turn off the lights at night and you can't even see them!
"Aren't you openly disgracing our South Sea Continent?
"If you ask me, you should hurry back into your mothers' wombs and have yourselves reforged. Stop coming out here to embarrass yourselves!"
Naran Yan had always regarded Du Xiangmei as his cherished confidante. Now that Yang Jihua and the Western Region contingent were humiliating her together, how could he remain seated?
Even though he knew his strength was ordinary and he could offer little real help, he at least