The banquet had begun, and everyone congratulated Yan Rufeng on his imminent ascension to the Immortal World.
The banquet hall was filled with laughter and joy, yet there were some who couldn't find any happiness in their hearts.
Wen Tong felt melancholic and her heart heavy. Although the fruit wine brewed by Yan Rufeng was delicious and aromatic, she kept swirling her glass without drinking.
"Ha!"
A bitter smile formed in Wen Tong's heart.
"Now that I've come, he's about to leave. What purpose do I have here..."
"Ha!"
Wen Tong smiled, shook her head, raised her glass, and slowly approached Yan Rufeng.
Blood Slaughter, who was drinking with Yan Rufeng, noticed Wen Tong approaching and gave Yan Rufeng a wink, grinning mischievously: "Boss, a beautiful lady is coming to toast you."
Yan Rufeng slowly turned around, his lips curling into a slight smile as he raised his glass.
"Wen Tong, you're here?"
Wen Tong forced a faint smile.
