"The Ancestor has arrived!"
A loud announcement echoed throughout the venue, silencing the discussions among the attendees.
Everyone stood up, daring not to speak further, even communication through divine senses ceased at that moment, each person focusing solemnly and waiting for the arrival.
It was no wonder everyone was so cautious; today's event was no ordinary banquet, with their very lives and fortunes at stake. Any hint of disrespect could cost them not only their wealth but also their lives.
The crowd waited in silence and soon saw a figure approaching on clouds of fire, landing at the main seat.
It was a middle-aged man, his hair and beard unkempt, crimson as fire, his brows hinting at malevolence, exuding an undeniable aura of despotism.
It was none other than the newly advanced Mahayana of the Southern Sea—Old Ghost Chi Yan!
"How have I, an old man, deserved such honor that friends from all directions come to celebrate? I am truly ashamed, truly ashamed!"
