"Crack."
A sharp crack rang out inside the pavilion.
A crack appeared in the teacup in Si Chen's hand. Then it crumbled to dust in his grasp and drifted away on the night breeze.
"The lower realms..."
A trace of killing intent surfaced in Si Chen's eyes.
He truly was a little surprised. The abilities of these other races, these beings of "filth," had exceeded his expectations.
They could actually reach the lower realms?
Didn't that mean countless lower realms across the myriad worlds-not just the plane where he had been born-might be suffering this sudden calamity?
Si Chen slowly stood up.
The face of Second Uncle Si Che, putting on an air of stern authority, flashed through his mind, followed by Third Uncle Granduncle stamping his feet in fury with a walking stick in hand, his cousin Si Ming's awkward "Brother," and little Qing'er's chubby face.
"It seems I've still been too gentle."
Si Chen murmured to himself, then took a step and vanished from the pavilion.
At that moment, the front courtyard of the Murong residence was a cacophony of gongs and drums, with a whole host of demons dancing wild.
Although Si Chen had left early, the Golden Immortals of Jade Qiong Heaven and the Murong family did not feel slighted in the least. Instead, they poured all their enthusiasm into entertaining the group from the Eastern Region and the Demon Realm.
They had been somewhat reserved at first, but after a few cups of spirit wine, they found these guests easy to get along with and gradually loosened up.
Murong Yuan in particular held his winecup with his aged face blooming like a chrysanthemum. He chatted first to one side, then the other, downing cup after cup of spirit wine. Calling him buoyant with high