Naturally, the final banquet of the Feathered Immortal Convention was divided by Cultivation Nation, with Creek Country, Meng Country, and Lian Kingdom each assigned a different area. When Xiao Hua arrived at the Thunder Control Sect's table, a sweep of his divine sense told him that Yun Zichong and Fairy Hongxia of the Huanhua Sect had not attended. They were probably still in the midst of Foundation Establishment!
After thinking for a moment, Xiao Hua sat down casually. Watching the somewhat boisterous scene, he picked up a spirit fruit and ate it absentmindedly. A faint, mellow fragrance of wine drifted from the wine jug on the table before him, but Xiao Hua had never been interested in spirit wine and could not summon any desire to taste it.
Before long, Renzhu appeared in the square. Raising his cup, he spoke of strengthening friendship and making progress together. Xiao Hua inwardly scoffed. They had already fought, the dead were dead, and those who had achieved Foundation Establishment had done so. What was the point of saying such things now?
Yet Gen Qing and the other Golden Core cultivators arrived with smiles on their faces, applauding from time to time and raising their cups at just the right moments in mutual greeting. They appeared exceedingly harmonious.
"Was all this really necessary?" Xiao Hua sneered, but then he recalled what Gen Qing had once told him: "Many things are beyond one's control. Sometimes, even when you clearly do not wish to do something, you still have to force a smile and make yourself do it!"
How could one avoid forcing oneself? Xiao Hua again thought of how Gen Yue had stopped him from defeating Kun Feiyan. *Perhaps only by cultivating to become stronger, trampling all this civility and falsehood beneath my feet, could