As one big name after another from River City's demonic cultivation circles entered the venue, only five minutes remained before the disciple initiation ceremony began.
Only then did an old man in black training clothes walk in. His gray-white hair was neatly combed, and he was thin and wiry. Two black-robed attendants followed behind him, their movements stiff. Anyone who approached could feel a faint chill emanating from them.
"The target's here," Yue Wen immediately reminded them when he spotted the old man.
This old man was the target they had come to collect a debt from today: Gongsun Mo.
It was hardly convenient to make a move at the banquet. Their agreed plan was to follow Gongsun Mo after the banquet ended and demand payment, so all they needed to do here was sit tight.
"Sect Master Wang, congratulations."
As soon as Gongsun Mo entered, he walked toward Wang Lu and cupped his hands in congratulations.
"Brother Gongsun!" Wang Lu laughed. "Thank you for honoring us with your presence today."
Gongsun Mo was not the only Flame Ghost Hall disciple present today, but he was the only elder, so Wang Lu treated him with great respect.
Moreover, Gongsun Mo was not some sham elder who had bought a position to swindle money. He genuinely possessed Middle Astral Realm cultivation and controlled two Black Silver Corpse Puppets, making him quite a formidable fighter in Jiangcheng City's demonic cultivation circles.
Flame Ghost Hall's influence covered all of Northern Sky Province, far beyond anything these small sects in Jiangcheng City could compare with. Even demonic cultivators stronger than Gongsun Mo had to show him some respect.
While they exchanged pleasantries, a scream suddenly rang out in the venue. "Ah!"
The demonic cultivators all looked over.
A shapely waitress had been passing by