It was noon, at the plaza of the Yin Talisman Sect's Great Marsh Branch.
Two hundred square tables were filled with various exquisite dishes. Strong wine was supplied unlimitedly. Jiang Yuran was indeed a straightforward person; he said he'd hold his birthday banquet six months in advance, and he did it!
The disciples of the Yin Talisman Sect were seated around the tables according to their positions. Over a hundred tables were occupied by disciples. Ten tables were for deputy stewards, five for stewards, and one table each for stewards and the grand chief steward.
Lin Xuankong, as the Silver Jade Steward, was seated at the third table of the two hundred tables, his status just beneath those of the stewards' and grand chief steward's tables.
Of course, if it were based purely on combat strength... Lin Xuankong could completely sit in the head seat at the stewards' table, pushing his boss aside, or even sit at the grand chief steward's table.
