"What's going on with these people?"
The once bustling and joyful banquet suddenly turned indescribably strange with the appearance of these bizarre figures.
Everyone present turned to look at them. Some recognized them, others didn't. Regardless, seeing them in the dead of night stirred a deep sense of unease.
Under the visitors' dark gazes, all cheer drained from Second Master's face. He slowly stood up, supporting himself on the table, as if his shoulders were being crushed by a heavy burden. After much effort, he stammered, "How dare I? Master Peng, you... you should sit further inside."
"Sit further inside?"
Tie Shoupeng sneered grimly. His face, barely illuminated by the flickering candlelight, looked grotesque. He said coldly, "I don't deserve such a seat. A table seats ten, yet you occupy the head. I ask you, do you even acknowledge me as your master?"
These words startled Second Master. A cold sweat broke out on his brow as he realized the gravity of the situation.
