Xia Ling and the others saw Long Chen slip away and didn't say anything more, just feeling gloomy—there was bound to be some frustration.
The next day, as evening approached, Long Chen set out for Qianzhou's most luxurious restaurant to attend the charity banquet hosted by the Xiao Family of Jiangnan.
Most of the attendees at this banquet were cultivators, along with some of the top wealthy and powerful elites.
After Long Chen arrived, there was no one to greet him.
But the looks he received from everyone were tinged with a strange hostility, scrutinizing him from the shadows.
Whenever Long Chen made eye contact with someone, that person would quickly shift their gaze away, as if afraid that Long Chen might get spooked and flee.
As Long Chen entered the venue, some people behind him started whispering.
"Tsk, this guy, daring to come here alone, must be tired of living."
"He can't be unaware of what being invited here means, right?"