81 The Banquet

Xian Wu and his entourage reached the top of the stairway at long last.

Two large doors with silver handles were drawn open by servants. They bowed and greeted Xian Wu, then spread their arms on each side to allow him and his people through.

Lai Yiteng took in the sight of lavish architecture around the conference hall grounds, pillars engraved with the scenery of martial artists in battle against mythical foes, emerging victorious and becoming a god-like figure to the common people. The tiles, stone flooring, and all details of the Grand Conference Hall were somehow tactful, not over-stating its appearance, but remaining elegant.

The main building of this place was in the center, and the inside of it was vast, filled with tables and areas to dine.

It was there, awaiting the feast, that the majority of martial artists mulled about.