'If I had known it would come to this, I would have done anything to get rid of him back when he first entered the Holy Hall!'
Zhao Guang was completely lost in his own thoughts. Everyone else had raised their cups, but he just sat there alone.
Zhao Tianlong's face instantly darkened. "Zhao Guang, what are you doing!"
Zhao Guang shuddered, only then realizing everyone was looking at him. "I... I..."
"'I' what? Get out of here! Stop making a fool of yourself!"
Zhao Tianlong had always been meticulous and demanded the strictest etiquette. Zhao Guang's public gaffe had crossed a line for him.
No one tried to stop him. Everyone present could see as clear as day that Zhao Tianlong was trying to show goodwill toward Wang Meng.
Goblets clinked in Thunderlight Hall. The Ancestral Masters didn't stay for long; with them present, the disciples couldn't truly relax. So after a few rounds of drinks, they tactfully took their leave.
