Inside the golden and grand banquet hall, bright lights illuminated the place. The debris of the shattered walls had been cleared out, leaving only gaping holes alone in their place.
A waiter dressed in coarse grey clothes, with a slight trepidation in his step, cautiously approached the wine table and set down the freshly-made meal from the back kitchen. Then, he quickly retreated with his head lowered.
Xu Mu, seated at the head of the wine table, was eating at a leisurely pace, despite having already eaten half a plate of food.
Zhang Ergou, who had long since been sated, stood behind Xu Mu, feeling rather uneasy. He often glanced at one corner of the hall.
Over there, Kang Fuxing sat on the floor, his chest stained with blood. He was silently writing down the Martial Method and his cultivation experiences.
Zhang Ergou had witnessed how formidable Kang Fuxing was just a while ago. Tonight, Xu Mu had once again revised his understanding of him.
