Yue Junxiao was on cloud nine at the moment. He walked with his head held high and his posture ramrod straight, completely unaware of what the others had been saying. If he had known they wanted to fatten him up to be as tall and sturdy as his father, and that they had called him so skinny a gust of wind could knock him over, he would have likely followed Sang Mo's example without a second thought—unleashing his spiritual power to spar with them. 'We'll see who's frail! Who's weak!!'
But as he was oblivious to their thoughts, a smile remained on his face.
Not long after passing through the city gate, they boarded a vehicle. The driver drove them all the way back to the City Lord's Hall.
The City Lord's Hall was immense. Even after entering the grounds, they had to ride in the vehicle for quite a distance before finally arriving.
While still some distance away, everyone could already smell the aroma of roasting meat.
