The next day, as the sky showed a hint of pale light, the disciples and elders of Hengyue Sect began to get up one after another.
The previous night, Yang Dingtian had specially summoned the elders, asking them to instruct every disciple to wear their favorite clothes if possible.
Wearing new clothes would be even better.
The little chubby knew it was for a celebration banquet, and was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth.
He knew for sure that nothing was wrong with Chu Yi. At the very least, his health shouldn't be of concern.
The other disciples didn't know; upon hearing that there was to be a celebration banquet, they began to discuss among themselves.
"The celebration banquet was delayed for a few days, who knows how Chu Yi's condition really is."
"I think it's just a façade, with our Hengyue Sect's morale so low now, the Sect Leader is trying to bolster it."
"No matter, there's good food to eat. I'm not worried; we take it one day at a time."
