The banquet continued…
But people around Chen Fan had moved far away from him. The Qingyang Sect had a history of five thousand years in the Beihan Region. They had several generations of Perfected Cultivators and tons of cultivators.
Who would dare to provoke such a large sect? Even though Chen Fan was a Connate Cultivator, he would be easily crushed by those powerful forces.
The Young Master of the Wu family also stayed far away from Chen Fan; he was wary of being dragged into that impending crisis. Even Yun Yier was taken away by the seniors of her family.
"Senior Chen, I wish you success when you fight against the Qinyang Sect," said Zhang Lingfeng, walking away while laughing loudly.
Old Ding and Mu Hongti were the only ones remaining. Mu Hongti's eyes were bright; she looked ravishing. She simply looked at Chen Fan quietly, not saying a word.
"Why aren't you leaving?" Chen Fan asked.
