Upon hearing this, Qi Yuan didn't know how to respond: "This Hunger-free Sacred Mother seems to have something wrong with her head."
Nangong Wuji did not take offense at this judgment.
Because almost everyone did not look favorably upon his faith.
And he was not really without hunger.
At the feast, Huang Mengying ate a lot, while Nangong Wuji simply drank some water.
Finally, when the feast was over, Huang Mengying said: "If you encounter difficulties, feel free to come to my Feihuang city. Our city's doors are always open to you."
"Hmm." Qi Yuan nodded, keeping Huang Mengying's words in mind.
He watched as Huang Mengying and Nangong Wuji left, then took his seat at the feast.
He asked, "Whose feast should we hold tomorrow?"
The burly man, Wang Zhongshan, quickly answered, "Lord God, Shi Gangqiang."
"Hmm, make it grand." Qi Yuan waved his hand casually.
