After Chen Che left, another banquet was held in the palace. In attendance were Teng Miao, Zhu Yiwen, and the Golden Core cultivators who had fought that day. To them, this was finally a private gathering for their own people.
At the banquet, they spent a great deal of time discussing Chen Che, whom they truly could not fathom. How could a country bumpkin from the Mortal World be blessed with such incredible opportunities, his strength soaring to such heights in just over a decade?
Why weren't *they* the ones with such great fortune?
"I just don't get it!"
Zhu Yiwen lamented.
His family's lineage was older than even the Primordial Sect. They had progressed step by step, strictly by the book, and it wasn't until his generation that they had finally produced two Golden Core cultivators. He had always been proud of his family's ancient heritage and profound resources, but in the end, comparisons were just infuriating.
