The moon shone bright with few stars, an excellent time for moon-gazing.
The Imperial Garden had already been set with numerous tables and chairs, laden with an abundance of fine wines and delectable dishes.
The silver moon had just risen above the willow tips, like a tempting silver-white fruit hanging from the branches.
At this moment...
In the Imperial Garden, seats had already filled with many powerful figures.
Among them were influential court officials, noble families, and representatives of the top ten sects from the capital.
Each one possessed immense clout.
Any one of them could shake the capital with a mere stomp of their foot.
Xiao Yi's seat was in the first row to the left, a good spot, and right next to him was Yang Ling. Clearly, this was a deliberate arrangement; Yang Ling also whispered introductions of the attendees to Xiao Yi.