Lei Xia Zene.

Adjacent to the lake, a seven-story building stands tall, its bright yellow tiles standing out against the indigo world. At night, red lanterns hanging between the floors add to the lively atmosphere.

That night, the restaurant was bustling with people.

Young men and women in various costumes sat together and talked with each other, but the most lively table was the one in the middle.

The young man named Lan Yuanqing sat at the head of the table as the host, while the others, including the four prominent figures in the election, sat on either side, not close together. Loran Hill was also seated among them.

The night breeze blew in through the open windows, making the lobby with nearly a hundred people sitting there not stuffy at all. Instead, it brought the moisture from the lake at night, making people feel quite cool.

Although she had been mentally prepared, Loran Hill still felt a little embarrassed when so many people were watching her. It wasn't that she was particularly shy, but she was a little concerned. It was her keen perception that allowed her to easily detect other people's gazes.

As the banquet began, she took off her hat and veil because she was eating and sitting close to everyone. People around her were once again amazed and even stared at her in a daze, which made her feel even more embarrassed.

Well, I shouldn't have come earlier. She bit her lip slightly, lowered her head, and looked at the dishes in front of her, but her ears were nervously perked up, listening to the sounds around her.

"So beautiful, Sister Jialan." The lively Tang Nanlian turned into a flower protector at this moment, sitting next to Luo Lanxier. She also specially called another sister to come and sit on the other side to prevent other boys from taking advantage of Luo Lanxier.

Others present also admired her, but seemed to feel that simply saying "beautiful" was a bit of an injustice to such beauty, and that better poetry should be used to describe it.

It was a pity that although some of the people present had good talents, most of them were not good at poetry and songs. Later, they really couldn't think of any new words and could only use the word "stunningly beautiful" to describe them.

"I was so presumptuous before." Wu Xingkui even stood up and bowed.

Luo Lanxier nodded slightly, indicating that he didn't mind. Only then did everyone gradually resume their conversation. But compared to before, they always intentionally or unintentionally glanced away, secretly glancing at the girl.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Loran Hill felt shy but also slightly amused.

When I was in Charites in the past, when I attended banquets, the guests at the banquet also liked to stare and peek, but they were bolder, not as sneaky as the people now.

This is also a characteristic of Eastern culture. Even if people like beautiful things, they will try their best to remain reserved, let alone these young people who care about their reputation.

She sighed in her heart, and her shyness eased a little, and she slowly raised her head.

"Come on, let me offer a toast to everyone first. Please feel free to do as you please, especially the ladies, it's okay if you don't want to drink." Lan Yuanqing is very good at dealing with people.

The sound of clinking glasses rang out. Luo Lanxier and Tang Nanlian did not drink alcohol, but instead drank some light tea. She was indeed not good at drinking. Although she had extraordinary abilities in this world and her resistance would be better, she still did not want to break the old habit.

After clinking glasses, everyone at the table slowly started talking, and only then did Loran Hill know the origins of these people.

"My name is Ying Canxiao. I am honored to meet you all today..." Although this man had a stern look on his face, his words were not as cold as he looked. Instead, he was steady and easy-going.

"My name is Wu Xingkui..." The young man in scarlet brocade clothes opened his folding fan, gently waved it, and talked about his origins.

"...I traveled to various countries when I was young, wishing only to roam freely and happily."

"My name is Huang Gu. I'm strong and thick-skinned. That's it." The big man's introduction was brief and clear, but everyone was still very interested in him.

"Is Brother Huanggu a descendant of the God of Thunder?" someone asked curiously.

"I don't know." He shook his head.

"I don't know my parents either. I was adopted by an old man in the mountains when I was little. I just came down from the mountain not long ago."

"Oh, how do you usually exercise?" Some people were curious about the strength of this big man.

"Just fight with the beasts in the mountains. After killing enough, you'll get used to it." He still spoke very little.

"No wonder, no wonder." Others began to discuss in a low voice.

"It seems that Brother Huanggu's teacher must be a hermit master."

"No, the old man didn't know how to do anything and couldn't even catch any fish. I often had to find things to feed him. When he died, he asked me to go down the mountain before he died, so I came out." The big man shook his head.

"Who did you learn these skills from?" The people on the side became even more curious.

"I started by learning from the wild beasts, and later from the powerful demon beasts. Gradually, I got the hang of it."

"This...the method practiced by monsters can be used by humans, but because of incompatibility with their physiques and extremely low efficiency, very few people learn it." The people at the table were a little surprised.

"I don't know. Anyway, if I want to learn something, I will catch the monster that knows how to do it, stay with it every day and observe it, and then I will understand it slowly." Huang Gu's approach is simply the most primitive supernatural faction.

"I have to admire him." Wu Xingkui also shook his head and sighed, as if he had witnessed what a barbaric genius was.

Then several people continued to talk, and the topic unknowingly led to the beautiful girl with long hair.

"Miss Jialan's swordsmanship, is it also a family tradition?"

The others asked the same question as Tang Nanlian had just asked. However, Loran Hill seemed to be more interested in her other personal matters and was just too embarrassed to ask. Of course, she wouldn't volunteer to speak.

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