In the hall, twelve thick nanmu wood pillars were carved with the clearly defined scales and claws of heavenly dragons, accompanied by cloud patterns, with dragon heads holding divine glass palace lamps.
There were many guests here, mostly young people.
Influenced by the environment, older generations have retired, and as some say, now it's the world of the middle and young generation, and they will carry the banner forward.
The enthusiasm was hard to refuse; this was already Qin Ming's third gathering in the Imperial Capital of Da Yu.
"Brother Qin, have you ever considered going above the Nine Heavens to cultivate?" Feng Zhige approached, holding a luminous cup, with wine like jade nectar, shimmering and exuding a rich fragrance.
Ever since the public battle with Cui Chonghe in the arena concluded, various forces, both openly and covertly, have approached him, making Qin Ming an object of recruitment for many large organizations.
