Zhao Wudao's arrival immediately alarmed the three thousand young elites present, each of whom looked at him with awe.
"Brother Wudao has finally arrived, making us wait quite a while," one of them said.
The Saint Heirs and Saintesses at the top were all smiles as they welcomed him to the highest table, which set him apart from the others.
Facing his peers, equally distinguished and powerful, Zhao Wudao was no longer expressionless, instead, a smile crept across his face as they exchanged toasts and laughter at the highest banquet table.
Zhao Tianyi looked at Zhao Wudao coldly for a moment but eventually withdrew his gaze, knowing well that such powerful beings could sense when they were being watched.
Ye Chen glanced at Zhao Tianyi, thoughtful.
The gathering continued, yet it was clear that fewer than three thousand people had actually arrived, a significant number of the young elites were absent.
