After feeling satiated, Wang Lu left the Misty Peak and rushed to the Four Divisions Peak, just in time to see that it was already crowded.
Of course, that description wasn’t too accurate. The entire population of the Spirit Sword Mountain, including Inner and Outer Court disciples, senior generations who were cultivating in seclusion, and even the workers at the Carefree Peak, all of them could not even reach a thousand people.
It was just that the Four Divisions Peak Plaza where the crowd gathered was indeed somewhat small. Thus, with just a few hundred people, it already appeared overcrowded.
Of course, no matter how crowded it was, for a red and white robed disciple, the square would have a reserved place for him. And sure enough, when Wang Lu came to the front of the square after squeezing through the crowd while shouting “excuse me”, a row of seats had already been neatly placed there.
