The next day, Wu Suquan laid out a banquet before the Throwing Star Spring atop the mountain, to entertain the delegation from the Fengxiang Sword Sect.
Shang Qingjun was by nature fond of luxury and pleasure, so he did not decline; bringing a few Disciples with him, he came to the banquet in high spirits.
After the formalities were done, he did not ask for any explanation, but sat straight down and began drinking.
Seeing that there was not the slightest abnormality on his face, the anxious unease in Wu Suquan's Heart and Spirit eased a little.
As long as he could keep this man here for an hour, it would be enough time for Zhang Boyant to take those three Disciples far away.
He exchanged a glance with Shen Chuyu, who was seated below, and the two took turns going up to offer toasts.
But less than a quarter of an hour into the banquet, a Disciple came to report, saying, "Dean, Master Zeng has arrived."
