But Qianqiu's rank was actually higher than Qinghe's. Could this person be the direct descendant of Qianmian? The man in the beige suit seemed to have been persuaded by Mimi. After bowing, he did not linger with Qinghe and went directly to sit in the back row opposite him.

What truly surprised Wang Yao was that the person sitting at the third table below Qinghe was not the old monk who always seemed to be dozing off, but a fellow dressed in a blue robe.

Wang Yao glanced at the guy and saw that he had a fair complexion and three long strands of beard under his chin, giving him an air of otherworldly elegance. However, he wondered what kind of person this guy, who looked so much like an immortal, was, and how he could be ranked so high, only slightly lower than Qing He.

The old monk from the Mao tribe sat down at the next table after the man in the green robe. The other Mao monks, including Mi Hu who wasn't dressed as a monk, sat down with Wang Yao. Qiao Bushi naturally sat behind the table in the center of the main table.

After almost all the guests and hosts had taken their seats, Mimi's large body remained standing. He clapped his hands, his demonic power subtly emanating from them. The seemingly casual clapping sound echoed throughout the hall, and the banquet hall gradually quieted down.

"Today is a good day. Everyone is gathered here to warmly welcome the delegation from the Ethnic Alliance to the Shu tribe," Mimi said with a smile. "Our Mao tribe's embassy in the Shu tribe has taken the liberty of hosting this welcome banquet, taking half the host position from the Shu tribe."

"It's because our Mao tribe has a deep connection with the Tribal Alliance and has witnessed the glorious journey of the Tribal Alliance developing into a great force in the Holy Domain in a short period of time. As a member of the Tribal Alliance, our Mao tribe feels deeply honored and grateful."