Although the entire Prosperous Age Army seemed to be celebrating, in reality, tens of thousands of soldiers remained on alert, ready to mobilize immediately at the slightest disturbance.
However, Ye Luo did not participate in this celebratory banquet. Instead, he returned to his tent early. In front of him was a jar of fine wine, and he sat quietly at the table as if waiting for something.
"Salutations to the Prince!"
Suddenly, Ye Luo bowed to the empty air and spoke in a deep voice.
Subsequently, the figure of the King of Huainan gradually appeared.
"You are rather considerate, actually waiting for me!" said the King of Huainan, his expression complex.
Ye Luo merely smiled without speaking and picked up the jar of wine on the table.
"This is fine wine I prepared for you, my lord. I wonder if you would do me the honor of drinking a bit more!"
The King of Huainan was taken aback. Typically, drinking together was more appropriate among peers or those of equal status.
