The next day, at noon.
Above Chuan Feng, the banquet began on time.
Songs and dances flourished, and Qilins stood atop the mountain peak, appearing as guards and also symbolizing the astonishing heritage of the Kirin Clan.
Thunderous sounds of drums rose from Chuan Feng.
At this moment.
Qi Wu arrived at Chuan Feng with Little Black Stone and Mu Fusheng in tow.
As the group reached the banquet area, people around them cast their eyes upon the trio.
Some displayed disdain.
Some showed dissatisfaction.
There were also those who whispered among themselves.
All in all, not a single person from the Kirin Clan bore goodwill towards the three human experts.
Shi Sheng looked around and couldn't help commenting, "It seems like our task here will be fraught with difficulties."