[Dark Moon Directorate], Myriad Immortals Terrace.
This was the Directorate's most prestigious venue for receiving guests.
Immortal mist swirled as far as the eye could see.
Spiritual energy and laws took the form of all manner of wondrous manifestations circling overhead, while rosters of every cultivator in the Dark Moon Directorate lay nearby, allowing guests to summon anyone they pleased.
Whoever a guest wished to summon here,
even a renowned fairy of the Directorate would have to change into suitable attire and come offer a toast.
In terms of grandeur and resources alone, this place was indeed rather more impressive than Wutong Mountain, which had been burned to scorched earth.
"..."
And at that moment, at the head of the Myriad Immortals Terrace,
Ye Li sat upright behind a table.
His ink-black robes looked particularly deep and dark amid the ethereal surroundings.
Beside him, Ye Shenfeng sat primly in red.
Yet this innate divine being, who had only recently come into the world, was surveying everything around her with a decidedly strange expression.
Including the Director of the Dark Moon Directorate, who was bustling about before the table.
"Lord Ye, your esteemed presence truly brings glory to our humble Dark Moon Directorate!"
Where was any trace of Lu Fengsheng's bearing as an overlord of the Star Sea?
He personally held the wine flask and filled the cup with exquisite nectar aged for tens of thousands of years, his smile positively radiant.
"When I first heard of your world-shaking deeds at Wutong Mountain, my lord, I was filled with admiration. I marveled that such an unparalleled figure with heaven-defying cultivation could exist in this world!"
"Now that I've met you today, I know those reports were no exaggeration."
"Your splendor truly puts the entire Star Sea to shame, my lord!"
Lu