The flames danced in Noah's eyes as he remained on the sides, watching the encampment celebrate Lady Lena's death. Wine never stopped flowing in the hybrids' cups, and countless cries ran through the region, scaring away any lifeform that had taken those lands as their home.
It was impossible to witness that scene among humans. Most of them had lost their ability to celebrate so wholeheartedly. Only cultivators in the weaker ranks could aim to replicate that type of party.
A banquet filled with conversations about individualities and similar topics was the most cultivators in the higher ranks would do as a celebration. It wasn't in their nature to engage in the activities happening in front of Noah and Divine Demon's eyes.
Divine Demon mostly laughed during the celebrations. He even sat near the hybrids at some point and took a few cups of their wine for himself. Instead, Noah remained on the sides. His caution didn't allow him to relax.
