The guests consumed their meal in a good mood, with calm and joy. They waited patiently for the rest of the competition while savoring the delicacies that the cooks had taken care to prepare with love.

Some and the majority of the personalities present were extremely versed in the art of vaniloquence.

"This banquet is divine!" One of them was going to say.

Another was going to compete at the same time, "Yes, the Feng did not scrimp. This feast clearly demonstrates the dignity of the sovereigns. "

"Um, believe me, I've traveled to larger neighboring lands, and the Feng Clan is no less refined than those ancestral families..." Another would emptily boast in his praise. It was to wonder if he lacked any sense of awareness and shame.

This ridiculously palatable and appetizing atmosphere continued until one of them turned his eyes away from his plate and looked towards the main entrance.

He instantly lost his grip on his fork as the next bit of meat salad fell on his seat neighbor. The man was going to protest and mock him for his lack of bearing, but then he stuttered noisily:

“Yo-nnn…Yo...!!”

People were looking at him with judgemental eyes for a split second before their face went pale. When they clearly saw the figures that were approaching the place went into an uproar.

They shouted in unison…

“Yong Zitang!!”

“This is…” Some of them were panicked. What was the enemy doing here?

Yong Zitang was the Yong Clan’s old patriarch. Much like Feng Feilong, his existence was a cause for respect and fear.

Even as a brown grade talent, he reigned supreme inside the Yong Clan in his younger days. There was even a rumor that he could exchange a hundred moves with that Yan old ghost, not to mention “Madman Feilong”.

The only problem was…

“Yong Zitang, I didn’t think you were so bored that you would come and surrender your life here today!”

A tyrannical cry suddenly engulfed the area. People felt chills as the temperature directly lowered after the shout.

As they were searching for the source of the noise, three shadows walked slowly in the distance.

Suddenly and without warning, one of them broke away from the group and launched an attack towards the intruder.

“!!” As soon as that person moved, another silhouette jumped from behind his target like a predatory beast.

“Bang!” The two people exchanged a blow and retreated a few steps; one leaving snow and ice behind, the other a path of black flames.

“Yong Zefon!!” The shadow gritted its teeth and said after it landed.

The other man just grinned fiendishly and met his gaze. Before he could find a proper comeback the two were interrupted :

“We didn’t come here to fight today. Old Madman is it how you receive guests?” Yong Zitang said in derision.

“Feng Feilong? Madman Feilong is here? Where?” The audience was puzzled.

“Did you come as soon as you heard that there was free food? The state of the Yong is declining as the years go by.” An old man in very simple looking black robes appeared out of nowhere among the visitors and said.

The crowd made way around him instantly.

“Hmph!” Yong Zitang wasn’t easily incensed, he just showed his scorn and ignored the remark. He was used to that guy’s dirty mouth by now. He looked in another direction and said.

“Honorable Hanwei, Renshu, and Zongren. Greetings.”

“Um.” The three responded cordially and in unison. Those three old men didn’t care about the conflicts between the two families. To be more correct, their power allowed them not to take any side.

Feng Feilong and Feng Batui wanted to interrupt the crafty fox when they understood his intentions, but even they didn’t dare to interfere in their dialogues.

The Feng Clan had grown strong recently, but compared to the colossus behind those two sects, they were just like insects.

In the meantime, Feng Chanui looked at the three young figures behind Yong Zefon and had a bad feeling.