Seeing Shen Qiang sit alone with a smile, the Sect Leaders of the Cultivation Sect present, although a bit displeased, felt balanced in their hearts. Their expressions were full of, "If I can't invite him, neither can you."
Moreover, the slight hostility between them quickly dissipated, and each had a smile on their face.
"Hey, Sect Leader Li, why don't you come over for a drink?"
"Ah, Sect Leader Zhang, there's still space here, would you like to come over?"
Seeing this, Shen Qiang couldn't help but find it amusing as he sat aside. Banquets have always been like this; everyone's smiles are superficial, whether they are genuinely close or falsely familiar, only they know in their hearts. Sitting alone, Shen Qiang couldn't help but feel a bit more fondness for the Medicine King Valley Master Qin Yongquan.
In fact, where there are people, there are interests; where there are interests, there are disputes; where there are disputes, there is Jianghu.
