For Ning Zheng, this celestial banquet was quite a thrilling experience.
It looked like they were just on a whim, finding someone to dance...
But in reality, any slight mistake, and once caught, you'd be dead with no room for negotiation.
"But fortunately, they never paid attention to me, thinking Xirong Manor is so arrogant... it's just some subordinate power of the painter."
Ning Zheng knew this time, the painter took the fall for him.
Whew!
He took a deep breath, feeling unsettled, his gaze falling into the distance.
Su Yuniang's army returned, and Ning Zheng didn't plan on letting this ragtag army continue back to the prehistoric era...
The rewards are tempting, but the risks are high!
Once he organized his thoughts, he realized it was already seven in the evening, time for another bonfire party.
Everyone was chattering, starting today's boasting session at the banquet.
When the blacksmiths went offline, they went crazy on the forums, posting like mad.
