The dinner was held in the main hall of the City Lord's Mansion.
Hua Wanzhao saw many familiar faces among them, most of them were people she had met once or several times during the Immortal Sect Competition.
However, Hua Wanzhao was not familiar with them and did not come up to talk to them.
More are strangers.
At the right time, the banquet officially started.
The so-called dinner party is nothing more than diplomacy among a group of people.
Seeing those people wearing hypocritical masks and saying things they didn't mean, Hua Wanzhao's irritability index skyrocketed.
"If you don't like it, little master, just go out and get some fresh air."
Glancing at Mu Linxiao, Hua Wanzhao took a sip of the spirit wine in her hand, stood up and walked out of the banquet hall.
Mu Linxiao took a sip and watched coldly as the young male cultivators went out one after another.
Ning Chenhao looked at the monk who followed Hua Wanzhao out and hesitated to speak.
"Our little master is very vigilant, so there is no need for you to worry unnecessarily."
Ning Chenhao opened his mouth, caught a glimpse of a figure out of the corner of his eye, and quickly stood up.
"One or two..."
Not long after Ning Chenhao left, the head of a family of immortal cultivators came over with his female cultivator.
"Zhenjun Yushi, I haven't seen you for many years. I didn't expect to see you again here."
Mu Lin smiled and raised his glass: "Master Chen."
The head of the Chen family was a little flattered by being named. Apparently he didn't expect Mu Linxiao to recognize him accurately: "I wasn't sure it was you just now. I was only sure after hearing what the Lord Feng said about it. You were not someone who liked to attend such banquets before.
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"I still don't like it now." Mu Lin smiled with a careless smile on his lips.
Patriarch Chen choked up and couldn't hold back the smile on his face.
"If you don't like it, why are you still here?" asked the female cultivator next to Master Chen.
"You have no place to speak here!" Patriarch Chen shouted, and then smiled at Mu Lin and said, "This is my daughter, Zhu'er, why don't you apologize to True Lord Yushi!"
As he said that, he winked at her.
The female cultivator surnamed Chen bowed: "It's my junior's fault."
"Master Yushi, where is the young monk who was by your side just now?"
Mu Linxiao said nonchalantly: "I seem to have seen an acquaintance, reminiscing about old times. Does Mr. Chen have something to do with him?"
The female cultivator surnamed Chen blushed slightly: "Returning to Zhenjun, I was in danger when I went out for training some time ago. Fortunately, I was rescued by the senior brother. However, I was upset at the time and will not be able to thank you in the future, so I want to express my gratitude to the senior brother in person."
It's so cliché.
There are many monks paying attention to Mu Linxiao. When they see someone approaching Mu Linxiao, many monks pay attention to the movement.
"Did you hear that, Master Nephew Ning?"
Ning Chenhao came back at some point and was standing behind the father and daughter named Chen.
The head of the Chen family seemed to realize Ning Chenhao's identity just now: "Is it possible that this is the leader of the foundation building group of this Immortal Sect Competition? It's true that a hero comes from a young boy!"
However, she soon saw Hua Wanzhao being held by Ning Chenhao: "Who is she?"
There is a lot of hostility and jealousy in the words.
"Oh, you are such a peach blossom..."
Hua Wanzhao is not very conscious now and speaks more casually than usual.
Her previous sip of wine had a lot of energy, and she didn't have much capacity for alcohol, so now she was tipsy. Someone had just helped her kill some annoying flies in the courtyard.
After placing Hua Wanzhao on his seat, Ning Chenhao stood up with an expressionless face: "I have been practicing alone since I came down from the mountain. I have never saved anyone. I am afraid that this fellow Taoist has remembered it wrong."
There was a faint chuckle.
Hua Wanzhao: "Ah, it turned out to be a porcelain affair."
The laughter around them became even louder.
The face of the female cultivator surnamed Chen suddenly turned red, whether from embarrassment or anger.
Patriarch Chen's face turned blue and white.
Even if this is not the case, one of his seniors brought his daughter over to say hello. Even if you don't accept such an obvious thing, you shouldn't push it away so directly, right?
Why is this Ning Chenhao so ignorant?
Several monks brought their younger generation who had been beaten. They originally wanted to ask for an explanation, but they didn't expect to hear something shocking.
One of the monks showed displeasure: "Old Chen, it was my Jingyang who saved your daughter in Heifenggang three months ago. I even sent you a thank-you gift."
"No...not that time..."
"Okay, if you say it's not, then it's not."
The monk didn't pursue the matter. He was just unhappy to hear that the head of the Chen family was giving his own credit to others. The other party didn't give him a good look, so he said it himself. There was no need to get to the bottom of it.
The father and daughter surnamed Chen left in despair.
"Everyone, this is..." Mu Linxiao seemed to have just seen this huge group of people.
Another monk said: "Zhenjun Yushi, my disciple saw that your disciple was alone, so I wanted to apologize to you. You think I beat my disciple..."
As he said that, he pushed an embarrassed young disciple forward.
Mu Linxiao glanced at these monks with their juniors who had various honors: "You all came to me because of the beatings of your juniors?"
These monks looked at each other, nodded in unison, and kept saying that they were too cruel.
"Do you know the identity of the monk your junior wants to chat with?"
The monks who criticized Hua Wanzhao were as quiet as chickens.
"It seems that you know..." Mu Lin smiled and stood up unsteadily, "Who gave you the courage to plot against my little master? Huh?"
Although the pressure was not released, the monks still felt it was difficult to breathe.
"What's going on here?"
Feng Yuying came with Feng Buzhi.
"It's okay, it's okay, I'm just catching up with Mr. Yushi."
"Does the city lord have something to do with True Lord Yushi? You guys have a chat."
"My child was too careless. He fell down when he went out just now. I have to go back and find the elixir for him."
With Feng Yuying's arrival, the monks who were almost suffocated by Mu Linxiao quickly dispersed with their juniors.
"Ah--"
Mu Linxiao let out an unknown laugh: "Have you found someone?"
"Thank you very much."
Feng Yuying picked up the first empty wine glass on the table. After filling it, she clinked the glasses with Mu Linxiao and drank.
Mu Lin smiled and said nothing.
Only then did Ning Chenhao realize that Mu Linxiao had been covering up for Feng Yuying just now.
It's hard to say whether Mu Linxiao's reputation in the world of immortality is good or bad, especially his mouth, which makes people love and hate him. As long as he is intentional, he will definitely become the center of attention no matter where he is.
I just don’t know what the city lord wants to do.
"Well, it was my nephew who discovered it." Mu Linxiao said carelessly.
"I heard from Insomnia that Junior Ning has a bright future."
Ning Chenhao had a drink and said, "Thank you for your love, senior."
Even after reviving his life, he is still not used to drinking, although he has a good drinking capacity.
Fortunately, Feng Yuying did not stay too long. As the host of the banquet, it was not easy to only focus on one guest.
After that, there were no further complications at the banquet.