The information was not particularly difficult to look into. After all, Xie Lingyu had taken the initiative to register Chu Xingchen for the banquet.
The simplest approach was just to ask about the guest list.
The Myriad Sword Sect's leader did not wait long. The disciple he had sent soon returned and handed him a sheet of paper, which he lowered his head to read.
Hmm?
A sect from Yuzhou City?
Specially invited by the Heavenly Derivation Sect?
Just those ten simple, straightforward characters?
Surely the sect could not be named Yuzhou City?! Did that not mean they had failed to find out even its name?
The Myriad Sword Sect's leader looked at the disciple, his expression demanding-That was it?
The disciple nodded lightly to indicate-That was it.
The Myriad Sword Sect's leader scolded him through a voice transmission, "Go investigate more carefully! Get to the bottom of it!"
This year's junior brothers were so hard to lead! Far too stupid!
The Myriad Sword Sect disciple withdrew once more after receiving his orders.
But he was not the only one withdrawing. A disciple from another sect also bowed with clasped hands and withdrew.
Clearly, his information had failed to satisfy his own leader as well.
Near the hall doors, the two silently exchanged a glance, each understanding what the other was going to do.
A sense of shared suffering could not help rising in their hearts.
But they departed in different directions. Though they shared the same suffering, they still had to serve their own masters.
Chu Xingchen did not particularly care about these little maneuvers, however.
After all, he had essentially come here for a meal.
Seeing that Chen Baiqing could not tear her eyes away, Chu Xingchen reached out with his chopsticks and picked up the pastry she