At the very front, Yun Wu kept her gaze lowered, resting with her eyes closed. It was unclear whether she had heard the discussions around her.
Two maids beside her poured her wine.
She opened her eyes slightly and said, "I have no need of attendants. Thank you both."
Then she waved a hand, dismissing the maids.
Even if the disciples from the other sects were not close friends, they were acquainted and could all converse with one another.
Only Fairy Yunwu had no one who dared approach her to talk. Even the disciples of the nine sects around her seemed not to know her very well.
The Holy Monk from Buddha-Contemplation Temple had already taken his seat. A cultivator sat beside him, seemingly a friend accompanying him.
Someone nearby came forward to speak to him.
"Ah, Master Wubei, we meet again. It must have been over twenty years since we parted at the last Buddhist Dharma Assembly. I never expected Buddha-Contemplation Temple to send you again this time."
Wubei seemed quite unfamiliar with this person and did not recognize him at all, but still recited the Buddha's name. "Amitabha. Benefactor, I trust you have been well." They chatted for quite some time before the other man left.
"Holy Monk, you don't seem to know that man at all?" the cultivator beside him asked.
"Well... it's a long story. Better left untold."
"Then don't tell it. As if I'm dying to hear it."
At Ghost Valley's seats, Wang Ke picked up his cup, took a sip of clear tea, and glanced at the girl to his right.
"If you keep eating nonstop now, don't find yourself unable to eat when the real delicacies arrive."
The seats to his right belonged to the Tang Sect of Shu.
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