Immortals too have their cravings and desires. Drunk Wind Pavilion had an excellent reputation among the low-level disciples, and Wei Yuan had heard of it but never imagined he would dine there. Upon entering Drunk Wind Pavilion, an attendant led Wei Yuan to a serene, small courtyard where Bao Yun's celebration banquet was to be held.
Inside, three large tables were set up, and Wei Yuan was immediately led to the main table. Given that he was at the bottom of his class in terms of cultivation progress, how could he dare to sit at the main table? He turned to head for a side table, but as soon as Bao Yun saw him, her eyes lit up and she ran over, grabbed him, and pressed him into a seat next to her, even leaving a seat between him and Cui Yu.
There were ten people at the main table; five who had received the ancestor's grace were seated there, and the other five either had exceptional talent in cultivation or came from distinguished families.
