By the time the night’s curtain fell, the seventy-two Fort Masters had all successively rushed to Brass Gong Fort. Everyone was present.
The little demons of Brass Gong Fort began setting up braziers to provide lighting where the Bejeweled Nectar Conclave would be held.
Long tables were laid out in an orderly manner, and the seventy-plus seats were set up to form a concave shape on the three sides of the joint tables. Only a lonely seat was placed within the gap of the concave shape. It was extremely obvious that the seat was reserved for the master of the Brass Gong Fort—Zhu Daneng’s seat. Today, he was the master so he should take the head of the table.
