Who Can Rival the Unsheathed Divine Knife?

"Yue Tingge from the celestial heavens' Dao Sect hereby pays his respects to Celestial Venerable Mu!"

That Daoist in the black robes had a bad temper. He knelt down and kowtowed several times before turning around angrily and returning to the bonfire. He remarked, "You're but a small divine arts practitioner who has the title of Celestial Venerable. I pay my respects to that title, not you!"

Qin Mu didn't take much offense as he said, "This Daoist's temper really is bad."

Luo Wushuang frowned slightly as he thought, 'Yue Tingge, Yue Tingge, I seem to have heard that name somewhere before…'

That Daoist Yue Tingge only cared about indulging himself in food and drink without his previous wantonness. He cared little for Qin Mu, only glancing at him a couple of times.

Qin Mu waved his hands, and the banquet was dispersed. The delicacies, beautiful ladies, and fine wine were all dispersed after morphing into consciousness.