"Shang's toast is not yet finished. Who dares disturb Shang's pleasure?" Shang Qinghe said coldly.
Huang Tianle's wine cup remained awkwardly raised in his hand. With a sigh, he drained it in one gulp. "This cup, this old man shall drink by himself! But what I said earlier still stands!"
"Hahaha!" Shang Qinghe laughed. "Shang arrived late and does not know what Fellow Daoist Huang spoke of."
"What does it matter? It has nothing at all to do with Fellow Daoist Shang!" Huang Tianle set down his cup and asked again, "It seems Fellow Daoist Shang has yet to answer Huang's question?"
"Eh? What question? Could it be more important than Shang's toast?" Shang Qinghe asked strangely.
Huang Tianle did not grow angry, merely smiling lightly. "Huang only wishes to ask Fellow Daoist Shang whether this visit to my Tianmen Mountain is on behalf of Haoming City, or whether you came on your own?"
"What difference is there?" Shang Qinghe stopped drinking as well, setting his cup on the table. He smiled. "Has Shang not already answered that question?"
"Of course there is a difference!" Huang Tianle pressed relentlessly. "Please answer, Fellow Daoist Shang!"
"What if I am? What if I am not?" Shang Qinghe still did not answer.
"If you represent Haoming City, then please rise, Fellow Daoist Shang. Do not remain seated any longer. Huang's answer is the same as before: I will absolutely not agree to Haoming City's conditions!" Huang Tianle said calmly. "But if Fellow Daoist Shang does not represent Haoming City, then remain seated and, like the other fellow Daoists, quietly listen to Huang's arrangements!"
"Hehe..." Shang Qinghe neither rose nor answered. He merely lifted his cup and savored the wine slowly.
"Good!" Huang Tianle clapped his hands. "Since Fellow Daoist Shang does not rise,