Zhang Xing had lived in Jiyin for a long time, so, as in White Horse, he had a residence that had originally belonged to a local official.
That evening, he and Bai Yousi held a small banquet at the house for only a dozen or twenty people. Wei Xuanding, Li Shu, Xiong Bonan, Wang Shuyong, and Wang Zhuo joined them in entertaining the Wu brothers, Stockade Chief Xu, and Chang Fu, along with just a few trusted attendant leaders: Jia Yue, Yan Qing, Wang Xiongdan, and Jia Runshi.
After three rounds of drinks, Wu Changzai grew thoroughly uncomfortable and soon made an excuse to leave. Two more rounds later, Stockade Chief Xu and Chang Fu, knowing that their words carried little weight and that they were merely there to make up the company, also withdrew at an appropriate moment. Wu Jingfeng, however, was in high spirits-or perhaps still nursing his resentment-and invited Bai Yousi and Xiong Bonan to spar after the banquet. When three streaks of light rose into the air, Wu Erlang simply turned back and joined them. For a time, four streaks of light, one gold, one purple, and two yellow, flew back and forth across the night sky like fireworks, drawing countless people out to peer at them.
"You've been at condensing the core for several months now, Dragonhead, but I've never seen you soar into the air so freely." In the dusk, Wei Xuanding watched the trails of the four Core Formation masters overhead, then suddenly turned with a smile.
His words also made Li Shu, Wang Shuyong, and the others beside him turn around.
"Actually, I can more or less leap into the air now," Zhang Xing answered honestly. "If I really had to hurry somewhere, I could manage it. But for some reason, it