Water Moon Sword Palace.
Heavenly Pool.
As the day gradually rises.
The guests are also becoming more numerous.
The female disciples of the Sword Palace serve as attendants, shuttling back and forth, continuously serving fruits and fine wine, jade liquid.
Jiang Ning also quietly sits beside Zhao Yulong, sipping his drink leisurely.
At this moment, his attention is on those around him, the guests who are constantly conversing.
Among these dozens of people, all are extraordinary individuals.
There are quite a few grandmasters among them, and just the information gleaned from their conversations is extremely valuable to him.
Not to mention, there are several tables of grandmasters sitting and discussing their respective martial arts.
Just by listening intently for a few moments, Jiang Ning feels he has gained a lot.
He also somewhat understands.
Why so many people would attend the so-called Grandmaster Banquet.
