Honestly, Si Rong was freaked out by his Second Brother. He was too scary. Si Rong still remembered what had happened three years ago, when the title of Wargod had been conferred on his Second Brother. He'd gifted twenty beauties to the Wargod Manor only to receive twenty beautiful severed heads the next day. That incident had scarred him so much that he'd fallen gravely ill. Ever since, he'd ceased trying to court the favor of his eccentric and immovable Second Brother.
"I was just passing by." Si Mobai arched his eyebrow slightly and glanced dismissively at Si Rong. "I'm unwelcome?"
"Of course not! You're very welcome. Very much so."
Si Rong would never believe his excuse of "passing by." But since Si Mobai had invited him to the banquet, he must be trying to improve their relationship, so Si Rong was more than happy to welcome him. Si Rong glanced at Si Mobai and noticed that the hall was crowded.
