At night.
The fire cloud clan was brightly lit, and it was very lively and festive.
That night, all the disciples of the fire cloud clan were extremely excited. Even those who had been in seclusion came out.
The inner square of the fire cloud clan was filled with tables with all kinds of delicious food.
Because Qin Chuan would be staying the night, the fire cloud clan had organized a welcome banquet for him.
Qin Chuan wanted to refuse, but the other party strongly insisted, so he didn't say anything more.
The square was filled with laughter.
The female disciples on the stage were dancing and playing the zither.
Huo Youfeng and the other elders sat in the front row, while Qin Chuan and Huo Youfeng sat at the same table.
His table was full of immortal kings.
"Qin tianjiao, let me toast you."
A black-haired elder stood up, raised his glass, and drank it in one go.
