After the purple-robed monk left, the tables on the left and right were quickly filled with two monks.
Yao Ziyi had already received the communication talisman and had no intention of talking to anyone at this moment. After sitting quietly for a while, it was finally noon.
"Ha ha ha ha……"
Along with a loud laughter that spread in all directions, a light flashed in front of the main banquet of the Grand Hall of the Main Peak, and an old man with white hair and a youthful face, smiling, appeared out of thin air.
This old man is the protagonist of this birthday banquet, the leader of Fengqing Sect, Lin Fengqing.
"Thank you all fellow cultivators for coming to support us. Our sect hasn't seen such a lively atmosphere for a long time.
Regardless of the level of cultivation, our sect will give each guest who comes today a bottle of magic pill as a token of gratitude."
As soon as these words were spoken, the originally quiet banquet hall immediately became lively.
"Master Lin is so generous!"
"Senior Lin is so polite."
"The elixirs of Fengqing Sect are all top-grade. Senior Lin is truly generous!"
“…”
Lin Fengqing listened to the compliments coming from all directions, his face flushed with smiles. He picked up the wine in his cup and said loudly: "I toast to you all!"
"good!"
"drink wine!"
"Dry!"
“…”
Lin Fengqing stayed at the banquet for a while and then left with a female cultivator from the Wanmai Sword Sect. However, the banquet venue was not affected by this. Instead, it became more and more lively as people drank and chatted.
But beneath this bustle, there is an undercurrent that no one notices, silently surging.
One after another, the communication talismans spread rapidly from the hands of those who were interested.
Xiang Sheng leaned against the edge of the table, his eyes wandering, sometimes sliding across the bustling crowd, sometimes retracting and looking back to look at Yao Ziyi.
If someone observes carefully, they will find that every time Xiang Sheng looks at the crowd, he is looking in the same direction as Yao Ziyi.
Unfortunately, Li Xiaoliu was so busy eating and drinking that he didn't notice it.
"Junior sister, try this, it's delicious too."
Seeing Li Xiaoliu handing over a spiritual fruit with a smile, Xiang Sheng took it, took a sip, and a thoughtful look appeared in his eyes.
When she first arrived, the banquet hall was quite quiet and she could not see much.
But now that the banquet hall was bustling with activity, she could see at a glance that in the middle of this seemingly bustling banquet hall, there was an invisible line that divided the hall into two halves, east and west.
The banquets on both sides were very lively, but they were never as lively as each other.
The scene was a mixed bag, with countless people watching from the shadows. Xiang Sheng naturally wouldn't release his spiritual sense, but only observed with his naked eyes.
In just a moment, she got the answer from the mouth shapes of several people.
In the eastern half of the banquet, most of the people sitting there were cultivators from Dongzhou.
Xiang Sheng even saw some people who were clearly wearing the uniforms of disciples from the same sect, but were still sitting at different tables due to their eastern and western origins.
And this birthday banquet, after all, is the main venue of the Xizhou sect. Why are there so many Dongzhou cultivators coming to celebrate the birthday?
Is it a coincidence, or did someone do it on purpose?
Who else could control every sect and make them send just the same number of Dongzhou monks?
Too many doubts arose from the bottom of his heart, and Xiang Sheng instinctively felt danger.
She took a deep breath, suppressed the thoughts in her mind, and looked back at Yao Ziyi, who also had a frown on his face.
"Little Junior Sister, why do you always peek at Third Senior Brother?"
Li Xiaoliu finally saw it this time and whispered, "I may not be as powerful as you, but I'm not bad either. This time when we go down the mountain, I will definitely protect you."
Xiang Sheng pursed his lips and smiled, "Thank you, Sixth Brother."
Yao Ziyi didn't care about the whispers between his two junior brothers and sisters. At this moment, he just felt heavy in his heart.
The conflict between East and West has evolved to such a fierce level...
He sighed inwardly, if one day the conflict between the East and West Continents intensified, the Wanmai Sword Sect connecting the two continents would definitely be the first to bear the brunt, and the Pantheon would have even more room to operate.
I don’t know whether the head master and master Xuan can come up with a perfect solution to resolve this problem.
Yao Ziyi rubbed his brows and was about to continue observing when a voice suddenly sounded in his ears.
"Brother, can you please spare me a moment to talk?"
Yao Ziyi's eyes narrowed slightly, but his expression remained calm. He stood up and said, "I'll leave for now. I'll be back soon. Xiaoliu, the water is deep here, but you won't be in danger if you stay here. Take good care of my junior sister, and don't run around."
Li Xiaoliu's expression straightened up and he nodded immediately: "Don't worry, Senior Brother."
Yao Ziyi nodded slightly, turned and left.
After watching his third senior brother leave, Li Xiaoliu looked back at Xiang Sheng, sighed softly, and stayed at the table obediently.
It would be fine if he was alone, but now that he was with his junior sister, he naturally didn't dare to do anything rash.
…
An hour ago, Lin Fengqing came to the back hall with the female cultivators of the Myriad Veins Sword Sect. Without saying a word, he cast a soundproof barrier, then simply knelt down with a plop and cried:
"Senior Sister Chen, you must save your junior brother this time!"
Chen Meng frowned coldly, "After all, you were once a core disciple of my Sword Sect. How can you be so weak? Stand up and speak."
Lin Fengqing didn't dare to disobey and quickly stood up.
Chen Meng's expression softened slightly, and he continued, "Your message reached Master long ago. I came here to resolve this matter."
When Lin Fengqing heard this, his face immediately turned red with joy, "Great!"
He quickly took out a jade talisman and handed it to Chen Meng, "Senior Sister Chen, this is what the Pantheon gave me."
Chen Meng took the jade talisman and looked at it for a moment, then slowly said, "Go on."
"Senior Sister, Master replied that day, telling me to listen to the Pantheon's arrangements for the time being. I followed their instructions and invited half of the cultivators from the East and West Continents, and half from each. There was no set threshold, allowing all the independent cultivators to come to the mountain."
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