The banquet hall was resplendent, with everyone raising their glasses in a sea of cheerful toasts.
Tonight, to welcome Ye Qingzhou, the distinguished guest from the Imperial Capital, nearly all the dignitaries of Yanmen City were in attendance. Gentlemen and ladies of high society gathered, filling the atmosphere with joyous laughter.
Ye Qingzhou held a glass of spiritual wine, exchanging a few pleasantries with those who approached him, then retreated alone to the balcony.
"Haha, Professor Ye, are we Yanmen People too enthusiastic?"
Wang Ming approached with a glass of red wine.
"I've always been deeply immersed in the Martial Dao, so I'm not quite used to socializing and such matters."
Ye Qingzhou spoke frankly.
"With such a dedication to the Dao, it's no wonder Professor Ye could ascend to the Martial Saint Venerable Position at such a young age. Truly a model for our generation."
