Xu Xiaoshou hid at the corner of the banquet. He watched and judged the many strong men in the crowd as he stuffed himself with food.
'Master, the highest stage of Master, a Sovereign, another Sovereign!'
'These old men are kind of terrifying!'
He paid little attention to the young and handsome men at the east.
His goal was to determine the strongest individual in the proximity, find Zhang Taiying in the crowd of people, and lock his sights on him.
This full moon would be a prickly one.
His vision encircled the many tables of the banquet as he searched for his target. His ears were full of various sounds of conversations and noises from the event.
One banquet table suddenly caught Xu Xiaoshou's attention.
He glanced over at the table.
Sitting at the table were two middle-aged men. They were well-dressed and commanded an impressive presence.
However, their way of talking was rather strange.
