The guests hadn't come to celebrate with the host; they had come to watch the spectacle.
Yang Qi's early arrival was quite a surprise to everyone present. The Chairman of the Divine Artifact Pavilion was usually the last to show up, often arriving late. For him to be early this time—it was as if the sun had risen in the west.
Fatty Bai's smile was as wide as a flower in bloom. No matter what thoughts or attitudes the people before him held, he could face them all with a grin. It was as if his chubby cheeks were made for smiling.
Zhan Yingluo's complexion needed no embellishment. Simply by changing into a formal gown, she instantly became as magnificent as a princess. Her status in Wang City was truly special, and a circle of people constantly revolved around her. Meanwhile, Wang Meng and Fatty Bai had been reduced to mere greeters.
"Brother Yang, you're here bright and early."
