Old Prince Feng's expression was indescribably ugly. His aged eyes were gloomy, and his vicious gaze made his sunken eye sockets look all the more frightening.
His own birthday celebration couldn't even compare to a fraction of the other's. He was a prince of a nation; in terms of status and position, he was far superior to Elder Chen in every way.
'Why would these people celebrate Elder Chen's birthday? What are they after?'
"Master, just about everyone has arrived. Let me help you inside," Ye Qianning said, supporting Elder Chen by the arm.
"Alright." Elder Chen nodded and looked at the crowd that had come to celebrate his birthday. "The banquet is ready. Everyone, please, come inside. Come inside."
Ye Qianning helped Elder Chen lead the way toward the Immortal Sea Building, and the well-wishing guests exchanged pleasantries as they headed inside.
