Lin Feng sat comfortably in the banquet hall with two extraordinarily beautiful women accompanying him.
Mo Xiaoman sat on his left, while Yun Zijin occupied the seat on his right.
With a beautiful woman on either side of him, delicious food on the table, and fine wine flowing freely, Lin Feng was enjoying himself immensely.
Laughter filled the hall as the banquet continued.
Servants moved between the tables, bringing out one exquisite dish after another, while cultivators raised their cups and exchanged stories.
The atmosphere was lively, and nobody seemed particularly interested in bringing the pleasant gathering to an end.
Lin Feng, naturally, was among those having the best time.
He occasionally raised his wine cup, chatted with the two beauties beside him, and sampled whatever delicacies caught his attention.
Mo Xiaoman had gradually become more comfortable around him, while Yun Zijin also seemed perfectly happy with the arrangement.
