"Gentlemen, let's continue drinking!"
Ye Feng, overlooking the celebration venue of Whitefloat City, smiled at Gong Qingqiu, Liu Ming, Shu Qianjun, and other guests.
The matter of the Eighteen Ancient Clans had come to a temporary close.
Next, normal feasting could resume, and Ye Feng expressed great happiness.
His body swayed, and he landed back in his original seat.
The two ace commentators, Ancestor Lingmiao and Ancestor Jinling, exchanged glances and took seats next to Ye Feng, staring wide-eyed at Shu Qianjun, Liu Ming, and others at the same table.
"Everyone, come down and join us!"
Ye Feng looked up to the sky and waved at the masters of the Eighteen Ancient Clans.
The leaders of the Eighteen Ancient Clans looked at one another and descended to the ground, sitting around the newly opened two large round tables. They stared at the gourmet dishes served before them, yet they could not bring themselves to eat.
For so many years, they had abstained from grains.