On the flying boat, the arrangement was classical, giving people the feeling of being in an ancient mansion. No technology products were visible; everything was antique in style, each piece understated yet a work of art, with breathtaking value.
The guests gathered in groups of two or three, while some sat alone to refine Qi. The host imposed no restrictions, and these guests naturally enjoyed great freedom, treating this as a tea party.
Yet they all knew internally, that it wasn't meant to be like this.
They weren't here to waste time idly.
Thus, though casually chatting, each was alert, listening to the surroundings, eager not to miss a word amidst the myriad conversations.
"Good tea, good wine, good food. Don't just sit there, everyone, eat more," said a cheerful, belly-protruding middle-aged man, waving his chopsticks.
The others merely smiled, taking the food and drink casually. They watched the middle-aged man eat and drink heartily, envying his carefree manner.
