The leader of the cultivation alliance has a crush on me.

Of course, it's no wonder that these lackeys from Gara City are only now coming out in alarm. It's just that they were blinded by the decadent and extravagant atmosphere of Fengmeng City as soon as they entered. After a few days of eating, drinking, and having fun, they returned to find that their city lord had disappeared.

Zhu Changchi, who hadn't said much until now, glanced at them sideways, his expression clearly showing disdain and contempt: "Is it too late to come out and say that the city lord is missing now?"

"We didn't know either. Who knew something like this could happen in Fengmeng City? Shouldn't this be Fengmeng City's responsibility?"

Lü Wei might give Jinwu City face, but his beasts didn't share that sentiment. They were even scheming to rise in rank. After all, they were ferocious beasts, and Jialuo City was their native land. Suddenly, Lü Wei, an outsider, seized it. They were resentful but lacked the strength to do so, so they could only swallow their anger and submit.

At this moment, Lü Yi was nowhere to be seen. If one did not know the situation, one would probably suspect that they had rebelled.

"That's right. Fengmeng City inexplicably summoned us to participate in some kind of trial, but after all these days, there's still no news. They're talking about attending some kind of banquet. I think they might be plotting something, trying to take the opportunity to wipe out us disobedient alien races."

"Everyone knows perfectly well that what we're talking about is dealing with the remnants of the Desolate Abyss. We haven't seen many remnants, but there's been quite a bit of trouble in Fengmeng City."

The beasts of Gara City spoke in unison, as if Lü Hui had already perished and was now filled with righteous indignation for him.

Song Ke was confused by their explanation. She didn't know that Jialuo City was a place full of treacherous and two-faced people with different intentions.

From this perspective, Lü Hui is actually quite pitiful.

Song Ke whispered, "Sister, do you think this banquet can still go on?"

Song Yi: "It's hard to say."

A whooshing sound came from ahead, and in the blink of an eye, the space in front of them rippled like a dragonfly skimming the water, and with a flash of light, Feng Jisu broke through the air.

Today, Feng Jisu was dressed exceptionally formally, perhaps because he was attending a banquet. Even his usually loose black hair was tied up with a jade crown, making him look spirited and exuding a dignified and noble air.

As soon as he appeared, the previously noisy argument quieted down. He glanced at everyone and politely cupped his hands in greeting.

"Gentlemen, the City Lord's Mansion has been waiting for you for a long time. We hope you will come to the banquet to discuss how to deal with the remnants of the Desolate Abyss."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than someone from a minor family jumped out and said, "Young Master Feng, are you pretending to be ignorant? You settled us in Fusang Courtyard, and now someone has gone missing, yet you haven't even asked a single question. Or did you already know about this all along?"

Feng Jisu was good-natured; even when questioned like this, he remained calm and composed, saying in a measured tone, "This fellow Daoist is probably unaware of the inside story. I've come to invite everyone to this banquet precisely for this matter."

"To be honest, Lü Hui is currently at the banquet."

Upon hearing this, everyone looked on incredulously surprised.

Even Zhu Changchi raised an eyebrow in surprise: "Really?"

Feng Jisu smiled wryly, "Crown Prince Changchi, I can't just make up stories like this."

Hearing this, everyone was more curious and wanted to see if Lü Yi was alive or dead, or if something had happened. They immediately ran faster than anyone else, boarded the Chi Lin Beast Chariot, and in the blink of an eye, the chariot disappeared as if shrinking the earth to an inch, without even stirring up a single fallen leaf. It was smooth and fast.

When Song Ke got into the car, she saw Zhu Changchi whispering to Feng Jisu. She couldn't hear what they were saying, but she could see their suddenly serious expressions. Song Ke's unease, which hadn't subsided, surged up again, and she felt a sense of panic that something was about to happen.

The banquet was held in a spacious garden, which was decorated with pavilions. Three sides of the pavilions were covered with white gauze, while the side without gauze faced inward. Each pavilion had a table and chairs for two people. Song Ke and her companion were led by maids to sit in the middle, a little behind, quite a distance from Zhu Changhe. In the center was a two-meter-long and one-meter-wide stove. Above the stove was an arched, intricately carved openwork pattern of flowers, animals, and people. Inside the stove was a blazing fire that burned without firewood, as if it were burning in the air. The flames were a ghostly blue, eerie and mysterious.

At this moment, the full moon hangs high in the sky, reflecting the firelight escaping from the openwork below, illuminating the surrounding area brightly.

On the table was a shimmering glass, its transparent body allowing the eye to see from one end to the other. The liquid inside swirled, like a microcosmic ebb and flow of tides. Song Ke found it beautiful, took a small sip, and discovered that the wine was fragrant and not spicy. It was mellow and silky on the palate, washing over her throat as it flowed down, like a warm current, bringing indescribable comfort.

Seeing that no one had spoken yet, Song Ke simply stopped exchanging pleasantries, took a sip, then another, and gulped down the turbulent water in the cup in a few mouthfuls, all the while sighing that if there was any place where good people would linger for the best food and drink, it would be Fengmeng City.

Song Chen noticed Song Ke drinking and pressed down on her glass to remind her, "Don't drink too much, you'll get drunk."

Song Ke's eyes were a little misty, and she smiled with a flushed face: "It's okay, I'll just try it."

"By the way, didn't Young Master Feng say that Lü Hui was already at the banquet? Why haven't I seen him?"

Song Chen glanced around and saw that there were quite a few people with high cultivation levels here, so there was no need to use his spiritual sense to sense them. If someone intercepted him halfway, all his years of cultivation would be ruined and he would have wasted several years of his life.

Of course, those who steal people's spiritual consciousness and those who harm others are usually petty thieves. Any cultivator with a sense of shame and reputation would disdain doing such a thing. If they did, they would inevitably be scorned and infamous for eternity.

"I didn't see it either." After everyone had taken their seats, Feng Sui finally arrived and sat down in the main seat in the center. This was also the first time Song Ke had seen City Lord Feng. She had only heard about it before. It was rumored that City Lord Feng had three heads and six arms, but it seemed that was just a rumor.

Feng Sui was not only highly skilled, but also had a handsome appearance, making people feel that he was a great person who would work for the common people and bring about the dawn, inspiring people to admire and believe in him for no reason.

"Thank you for coming all this way."

Feng Sui, after taking his seat, gave an opening remark that served as a greeting. Since most of the people present were juniors, they all politely returned the greeting with clasped hands.

"Greetings, Lord Feng."

Everyone thought that there would be some polite small talk between Fengmeng City before they would learn about Lü Yi's deeds.

To everyone's surprise, Feng Sui spoke directly, saying, "I believe everyone knows about the incident involving the city lord of Garo City."

After saying that, he waved his hand to the side and said in a booming voice, "Bring him up."