Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
As night fell, the atmosphere at the Yu Emperor Hall was solemn yet bustling with activity.
The much-anticipated Feast of the Heir quietly began.
"Sir, should we stir up some trouble tonight?" The Old Ancestor Wuyai was eager and couldn't wait, rubbing his fists together.
"Sure, why don't you start by performing up there?" Xiao Chen replied.
"Ahem... well..."
The Old Ancestor Wuyai chuckled sheepishly, clearly not daring to take the stage.
His strength was insignificant amidst the formidable figures gathered at this Feast of the Heir within the Eighteen Heavenly Domains; fighting anyone would only expose him to ridicule.
What he anticipated was Xiao Chen unveiling his near-godly prowess and wreaking havoc.
"Why isn't Sister Xiyah here?" Dan Wu had recently gotten along well with Xiyah, forming a friendship devoid of interests.
"She is the host and today's main character, she doesn't have time to greet us!" Xiao Chen said.
