After the race in the Outer Courtyard ended, Wang Jiu returned to the Divine Sword Tower with his mount and its little buddies, leading a life of idle ease, indulging in food and waiting to die, as if he were a pregnant woman on bed rest. And as the best embellishment of this leisurely daily life, nothing was better than leaning against the window sill, watching the recent busyness of the Shen Family.
With less than half a month to go until the birthday banquet, flying Shen Family members could be seen everywhere in Shen City. This period was incredibly busy for the Shen Family, especially for those in the event planning group. The workload in these final preparations for the banquet had reached a level that was impossible for mortal people to handle; only Immortal Cultivators could barely manage it.
