Xing Yuanzi seemed to sense something. After landing, he was the first to raise his eyes and glance at Yun Qing.
The meaning of that look was inscrutable.
Something stirred in Yun Qing's heart, and he bowed slightly to him.
"Elder Xing Yuanzi."
"Eldest Young Master Yun."
Neither said anything more. Their gazes met, then parted.
Yet the doubts in Yun Qing's heart deepened.
As the various parties took their seats, the auras of immortal venerables intertwined above the round table. Half-step Dao Lord powerhouses kept their strength concealed; an ordinary cultivator stepping into this place would probably struggle even to breathe steadily.
Someone glanced at the nearly full seats around the table and finally could not help speaking. "Members of the Yun Clan, almost everyone is here. Shouldn't we begin?"
"We all have important matters to attend to within our clans. We cannot afford delays."
Someone else laughed. "Exactly, Little Yuan. Stop keeping us guessing."
"You sent out the Nine Heavens Cloud Tokens to summon all us old fellows. Surely you didn't really bring us here just to drink tea and watch the clouds?"
Seated at the head of the Yun Clan's delegation, Yun Yuan raised a hand and pressed it down lightly. His hearty laughter drowned out the room's clamor.
"No hurry, no hurry."
"Wait a little longer, everyone. You old fellows aren't the only ones we invited today."
He slowly swept his gaze around the table, playfully raising a hand to hold up three fingers with a smile.
"Three parties have yet to arrive."
"They're coming from farther away. Let's give them a little more time."
At those words, the expressions of quite a few people around the table shifted.
Three parties had yet to arrive?
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