In the great hall of Hengyue Sect, everyone was almost done drinking.
These cultivators rarely get drunk, and now they feel as if they're floating like immortals, enjoying their happiness like gods.
No one knew how much time had passed before the shadows of people gradually began to leave the mountain.
At Chu Yi's table, the diners had already changed several times.
Yang Dingtian was now beside Chu Yi, gently patting him with eyes full of affection.
The future of Hengyue Sect, it can be said, is already clear in whose hands it lies.
Chu Yi is the one Hengyue Sect should focus on cultivating.
Once everyone had mostly dispersed, Yang Dingtian waved his hand: "Come with me, I'll take you to a different place."
Chu Yi and the others immediately grew excited: "Where are we going? Is it fun?"
"Before we go, you must follow my instructions and not wander around, okay?"
Yang Dingtian first took these few people to his study.
It was Chu Yi's first time coming to this study.
