"Ye Zui, you're not allowed to drink later."
She hadn't answered yet when Xiao Dao's voice came from the first table.
Steady and indifferent.
"Hmm," the woman responded lightly, tapping her face with one hand, leaning against the chair, looking at the blooming peach blossoms.
Others were surprised, not drinking?
Are there masters who don't drink now?
While everyone was perplexed, masters from The Gate and Imperial Guards inserted themselves into the second, third, fourth, and fifth tables.
Cao Ling joined some people at the third table.
As this group sat down, the atmosphere at this table became strange.
Cao Ling belonged to The Gate and was naturally incompatible with the Imperial Guards, but as fellow Yellow people, they wouldn't cause a commotion, only maintaining a state of seemingly close yet distant interaction.
However, today's visit… clearly had other aims.
Is it to seize the Spirit Coffin?
Ha! Such good fortune doesn't exist!
