"..."
After a moment, the banquet was served.
"Senior Brother Chu, Old Meng." Jiang Zhan raised his cup in a toast.
Chu Ming and Meng Zhen raised their cups as well.
However, just as Chu Ming took a sip of the Golden Goblet Brew, a gleam flashed across his eyes.
He silently put down the cup, and the Sword Gourd Spirit instantly spread out.
Just now, the Silver Moon Four Pieces he was wearing all abruptly showed abnormal signs, something never happened before, as if responding to a call.
The Sword Gourd Spirit quickly expanded in range, from the Golden Goblet Pavilion to the street they were on, and then to several nearby streets.
Suddenly, on a street three blocks from the Golden Goblet Pavilion, two people entered Chu Ming's detection range.
One looked about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, slender, pale-faced, his breath weak as though he had been seriously ill.
