Inside the Council Hall of Piaomiao Mountain Manor, Zhang Xiaohu was sitting at the first table with Li Jian and Liu Qingyang while Du Feng and Ding Chao were also sitting at the other tables. Although everyone at the banquet was their elder, the talented people of the world keep emerging, and it was now the time for Zhang Xiaohu and his peers.
At this moment, who among the Piaomiao Sect disciples would have thought much? Escaping from death and regaining their martial arts, returning to Piaomiao Mountain Manor, these were things they couldn't have even dreamt of a year ago. Now, they were drinking in the Council Hall, as if in a dream!
How did all this come about? When the wine had its full effect, everyone couldn't help but turn their gazes to the still humble Piaomiao Sect Gang Master sitting at the head.
