The guests and hosts were all in high spirits, amidst the clinking of cups and laughter.
After seeing off Wang Chen, Huang Deqi retreated alone to the study in the inner courtyard.
Inside the room, two people were already seated, one of whom was none other than Chen Anhe!
The other person was an old crone with chicken-skin and crane-hair who cackled strangely upon Huang Deqi's entrance, "Heh, Master Huang, how did your talk go with him?"
Huang Deqi splayed himself grandly on a Taishi Chair, poured himself a cup of tea, and then replied, "Nothing much, that kid is tougher to handle than I thought."
He had tried to test Wang Chen a few times during the banquet, but each attempt had been like striking a soft nail, leaving him with a smoldering fire in his belly.
Chen Anhe said with a grave tone, "Wang Chen is already in the Purple Mansion at such a young age, he couldn't have received West Sea Sect's entry task without some capability, my concern is…"
