"..."
At Ye Li's brazen behavior, the Reception Envoys from Wutong Mountain were left rather stunned, exchanging bewildered glances.
According to the unspoken rules of the Primordial Sea,
a supreme forbidden land like the Heaven-Cutting Sword Pavilion, which had once produced someone beyond Transcendence, was indeed entitled to the seats of honor closest to the center.
But rules were one thing, and etiquette was another.
Before taking their seats, guests were supposed to bow toward the Main Peak from afar, pay their respects to their host, the Divine Lord Lihuo, and present their congratulatory gifts.
Yet these three had simply swaggered over and sat down without so much as a word of courtesy!
Was this how guests behaved?
They had practically come to wreck the celebration!
The Reception Envoys' hearts pounded as they hurriedly looked toward the Main Peak, trying to gauge the Divine Lord's reaction.
With their meager cultivation, however, they naturally could not see through the layers of array formations to make out the Divine Lord Lihuo's dark expression.
All they knew was that no thunderous wrath had descended from the Main Peak yet.
Since the Divine Lord hasn't said anything...
With that thought, they simply lowered their eyes and silently withdrew to the side.
Naturally, none of this escaped the assembled guests.
A modest stir immediately swept through the crowd.
"Since when has the Sword Pavilion been so arrogant?"
"I have no idea, but this is bound to displease the Divine Lord..."
The cultivators from the various factions reacted differently. Some were shocked by the Sword Pavilion's domineering conduct, while others gleefully waited for the drama to unfold.
As for those cultivators who had intended to rise and curry favor with Sword Chief Pei, whose reputation had soared in recent years,
they hesitated upon sensing the delicate