"Ancestor of Land Immortals, let us greet you on Their behalf."
"We... have found you!"
A subtle, thread-like voice drilled into Zhang Fusheng's ears.
A chill exploded from his tailbone, surging through his entire body in an instant!!
He suddenly looked at the elder, who was also smiling at him.
They exchanged glances.
"The banquet is coming to an end."
The elder raised his wine glass, gazing at Zhang Fusheng as if looking at a lamb about to be slaughtered.
He spoke elegantly:
"Young man, enjoy it well....."
The elder drained the crimson wine in his glass, set the glass down, and faced Zhang Fusheng, backing out of the banquet hall step by step.
Not only him.
Zhang Fusheng saw, among the crowd, one person after another,
those either exchanging toasts or placing a hand on someone's wrist like the elder, suddenly stopped their actions.
As if receiving some news.
As if getting some order.
