"Holy Son Qian Fan, this way, please." An elaborately dressed servant carrying the Golden Book slowly approached. He looked over sixty, but the wrinkles covering his face could not conceal his dignified elegance.
The servant came before Qian Fan, bowed slightly, then extended his right hand in an inviting gesture, motioning for Qian Fan and Xu Yuan'er to follow him to the Angel Reception Hall.
Qian Fan looked at the unfamiliar servant with some confusion. He did not recall seeing this man when he was sixteen or seventeen. Rather than addressing him as an acquaintance, he simply offered a polite greeting. "Hello." Then he asked directly, "May I ask who will be attending this gathering?"
At those words, the servant faltered in his stride. He stopped and opened his Golden Book.
"Let me see..." His aged finger pointed at the writing. "Your Highness, those attending this gathering include..."
He turned to the next page, which was packed with a list of dishes. "Oh dear... sorry... let me look again..."
He turned another page, only to find another full page of recipes.
Rustle, rustle, rustle.
After turning about five pages, the servant finally stopped.
"I found it." Pointing at the names one by one, the servant resumed walking as he said, "Those attending this gathering include
the Angel Clan's eight enshrined elders: the head of the Angel Clan, Lady Qian Renxue, Lord Golden Crocodile Douluo, Lord Mighty Lion Douluo, Lord Azure Luan Douluo, Lord Guanglin Douluo, Lord Qian Jun Douluo, Lord Demon Subduing Douluo, and... Lord Poison Douluo."
Xu Yuan'er gently tugged Qian Fan's sleeve, a trace of shyness in her eyes.
"Yuan'er, don't worry. They're all my family." Qian Fan stroked Xu Yuan'er's head and spoke gently.
Seeing the two stop, the servant continued, "This gathering is chiefly to celebrate