The banquet was a grand affair.
After the day's contest with the Alchemist King, Madam Xishang seemed to hold Hong Yu in even higher regard.
Even some of the well-informed figures of power within the Xishang Tribe were falling over themselves to curry favor with Hong Yu, flattering him so relentlessly that he was somewhat overwhelmed.
Still, he understood their thinking.
He was now their greatest hope for curing the strange poison afflicting the Xishang King. The survival and prosperity of the Xishang Tribe were inextricably linked to whether the Xishang King lived, so it was only natural that they were desperate for him to succeed.
But where there was joy, there was also sorrow.
While Hong Yu was swamped with attention, the Alchemist King—who had always been the center of it—hadn't said a single word throughout the banquet. He kept his head bowed, his eyes flickering with venomous resentment.
'All this attention and flattery should have been mine!'
