Fang Yu turned to the sofa, wanting to sit down, but there were no seats left. The scene had already been almost completely destroyed by Empress Ziwei.
At that moment, the manager of the venue walked in, and seeing the mess in the private room, his face turned exceedingly ugly.
Fang Yu smiled and said, "Manager, bring me a few bottles of wine, to go."
"Wine? To go?" The manager was bewildered.
Who ever asked for wine to go? It was simply laughable.
"What are you waiting for, hurry up…" Fang Yu urged.
"Yes, yes, yes…" The manager quickly went to prepare the wine.
He did not dare haggle at all, even if the whole building were torn down, he wouldn't dare to say a word.
...
Meanwhile.
On Tiandu Mountain.
More than fifty elderly men were outside the great hall, clashing incessantly with the guards, the attendants of the hall.
There were also some younger cultivators from the Five Great Divine Palaces.
Both parties were fighting fiercely.
