Zhu Yanfeng looked up at the sky, then turned to Chen Cong and said, "Master Cong, it's almost time."
Chen Cong slowly rose from his chair and nodded calmly, a faint smile curling his lips. "Good. Let's begin."
At his words, Zhu Yanfeng's spirits lifted.
He straightened his clothes and climbed onto the platform with steady steps, calling out in a voice like a great bell, "Everyone, everyone! I am Zhu Yanfeng, Chief Steward of the Duke's Mansion. Today, I have the honor of serving as master of ceremonies..."
His words echoed through the bustling crowd, immediately drawing everyone's attention.
Ma Zhaoyang glanced at Zhu Yanfeng on the platform, his lips quirking as he teased, "Old Zhu certainly looks the part today. All decked out, chest out, stomach in, backside lifted-what an ordeal for him. Nothing like his usual hunched posture."
Ding Bingyuan, standing beside him, picked up the thread with a laugh. "You're right. I haven't seen him in six months, and I can hardly recognize him. He doesn't look like a pig anymore."
The others around them could not help smiling in amusement.
Cheng Nanxing gave a light cough, interrupting their teasing. "All right, enough joking. De Yun, how are things going for you with the Soul Fighting Legion?"
After the four elders went to the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, Ma Zhaoyang, Ding Bingyuan, and Cheng Nanxing were freed from their duties. All three had gathered here for today's banquet.
Zhao Deyun considered the question for a moment before replying, "I took over from you, so Cheng laid down the rules and Zhao follows them. Everything is as before."
Cheng Nanxing nodded, then said cryptically, "Then you and Lü Guang should get ready. Master Yu may transfer you back, and that would be a good thing