At noon the next day.
The banquet began on Chuanfeng as scheduled.
The air was filled with music and dancing; one Qilin after another stood atop the mountain peaks, both as guards and as symbols of the awe-inspiring heritage of the Kirin Clan.
Thunderous drumbeats rolled out from Chuanfeng.
At this moment.
Qi Wu arrived at Chuanfeng, bringing Blackie, Shi Sheng, and Mu Fusheng.
As the group reached the banquet, eyes started to fall on Blackie and the other two.
Some people looked at them with disdain.
Some glared at them with open displeasure.
And some whispered among themselves.
All in all, not a single member of the Kirin Clan regarded the three human experts with any goodwill.
Shi Sheng glanced around and couldn't help but say, "Looks like it's going to be tough for us to get anything done here."
