Monarch Night

Chen Gu said: "Sixth Brother is right."

Xiang Beidou, Yu Han Yan, Bai Jing and others said together: "Sixth Brother makes sense."

Yan Nan sighed weakly, looking fatigued.

He waved his hand and said: "I was wrong, I shouldn't have sought your counsel."

Chen Gu coughed and said: "Fifth Brother, it's truly not the brothers' fault for not realizing anything. This letter clearly states that Dongfang Sansan's target is among the Emperor Level, King Level, and Marquis Grades."

"And what is our brothers' cultivation... don't mention these, even the Venerable and Saint Levels can be slapped to death en masse. Why would we care about these ant-like juniors?"

"For us, even if all lives at this tier are lost, we might not be concerned, let alone ponder over what Dongfang Sansan intends to do."

This remark made Yan Nan suddenly thoughtful.

It was like a word that awakened someone from a dream.

After pondering, he said: "That's indeed the case."

He sighed and said: "Then tonight, let's gather the little guys, and I'll consult with them."

"Alright."

"From Marquis upwards, even those newly ascended to Monarch and Martial Elder should be called. Don't notify in advance, and let's see what caliber these little guys are."

"Fifth Brother is wise. I haven't seen the little guys below for a long time either."

"Let's do it then."

"Alright."

"You all, scram."

"..."

That night.

In the Yan Family hall, the crowd surged in.

There were both men and women, all geniuses among the younger generation at the Wei Wo Zheng Sect Headquarters.

Yan Beihan and Chen Yin were among them.

Yan Beihan, being the only junior of the Yan Family, had no competition, standing distinctly alone.

But Chen Yin wasn't so lucky; he had two elder brothers and an elder sister.

Unfortunately... they were all direct descendants.

Other families also sent people. However, the direct line bloodline of the Vice Sect Masters' families was evidently somewhat transcendent among the crowd.

Though they were young, everyone gathered based on their father's alliances, forming distinct groups.

When people entered the Yan Family hall, they were momentarily stunned.

Because the middle was completely empty.

There was just a chair.

Then all around were tables and chairs, arranged in a large circle.

Enough to seat six hundred people.

And today, those qualified to be here numbered precisely six hundred.

Meaning, one person per seat.

Gone were the days when only the most prestigious shared a table while others squeezed elsewhere; now everyone sat at one table!

Outside this circle, there was a platform raised three feet high, with a table and a chair on top.

From the kitchen direction, the aroma of food wafted, indicating cooking was underway.

The smell of wine also continuously drifted out.

The Yan Family today was hosting in such a manner?

Many people immediately sensed something unusual.

This large round table would test everyone.

As the saying goes, at the round table, there is no hierarchy.

But this saying is something to fool common folks; in truth, the hierarchy at a round table is very distinct and clear.

No one spoke, each finding their own seat. However, no one would sit incorrectly!

Yan Beihan, though a girl, sat in the host's seat, flanked by two close friends, Bi Yunyan from the Vice Sect Master Bi's direct lineage on her left; Chen Xue, from Vice Sect Master Chen's family, was on her right, who is the elder sister of Chen Yin.

Then came Feng Yun, Feng Xue, Feng Xing, and Feng Yue from the Feng Family.

They were the leading figures among the younger generation, Yun Xingyue and Xue.

Then followed the eldest of the Chen Family, Chen Yun; Bi Family's Bi Feng; Bai Family's Bai Ye, Yu Family's Yu Cheng; Wu Family's Emperor Wu; Xiang Family's Xiang Xin; Xiong Family's Xiong Ying.

Chen Yin ranked nineteenth, which was already considered quite high in status.

As for Ling Kong and others allied with Yemo in the Cultivating Gu to Become a God Plan, they were ranked at two hundred and twenty and only two were present, Ling Kong and Xi Yun.

A line of white-clothed maidens served dishes, and the waiters behind opened the fine wines, filling the cups.

Instantly, the whole hall was filled with an enticing aroma.

Yet everyone remained seated, without moving an inch.

Only a few girls whispered in each other's ears, smiling radiantly, occasionally letting out delightful giggles.

Because, even the host of the banquet, Yan Beihan, was unaware of the reason for today's gathering.

Even Feng Yun and others were completely clueless.

But the more this kind of setting, the more the family's upbringing shone through.

Almost everyone smiled, genteel in demeanor. Even when speaking, it was in soft tones.

Some were naturally impatient, but with so many bigwigs silent, no matter how impatient, they had to endure.

After three rounds of wine and five flavors of dishes.

Finally, as everyone expected, Feng Yun finally spoke.

"Little Han, what's going on today, why such a big scene all of a sudden?"

Feng Yun asked with a smile.

This was the descendant of Vice Sect Master No. 1, Feng Du, also recognized as the top expert of the young generation, not more than thirty-five years old and already a High-grade Saint level expert.

The leader of the young generation in the Wei Wo Zheng Sect.

Yan Beihan rolled her eyes and said; "What Little Han, Little Han? Can't you speak properly, you should be calling me Ancestral Grandmother, shouldn't you?"

As soon as this was said, the whole table burst into laughter.

Seeing the top figure eating humble pie, everyone found it quite amusing.

But what Yan Beihan said wasn't wrong. If one were to really talk about seniority, even calling "Ancestral" for fifteen minutes might not finish, let alone pronouncing "Grandmother" afterwards.

After thousands of years of reproduction and inheritance... even calculating a generation every thirty years, imagine how many "Ancestor" are there, figure it out yourself.

Feng Yun laughed and said: "Then I'll really call you, Ancestral..."