Fang Cheng sat in the guest seat closest to Cen San Niang. The low table before him was laden with Spirit Pills and Spirit Fruits, and a young maid stood behind him, pouring his wine.
From the Cloud Ascending Platform, one could truly take in the full, breathtaking view of the Immortal City. Drinking wine on this high platform was a soul-refreshing experience.
All the other Guests and friends now frequently raised their cups to congratulate Fang Cheng, curiously asking about his origins.
Of course, Fang Cheng stuck to his usual story and easily fobbed them off.
At that moment, a Steward flew up to the Cloud Ascending Platform from below and reported to Cen San Niang, "My Lord, two other Cultivators with invitations have just given up on ascending the platform."
Cen San Niang let out a soft laugh. "No matter. Today I have the Fierce Tiger Taoist, who is worth a dozen of them."
Upon hearing this, the crowd laughed and congratulated the Third Young Master once more.
