This banquet was likely one that the attendees would find difficult to forget for the rest of their lives.
Never before had they wished so fervently for an event to simply end. The luxurious, glittering banquet hall felt like an execution ground, their lives perpetually threatened by a guillotine hanging overhead, to the point where the mere conclusion of the banquet became an object of desire.
Ming Li pondered this the entire way back with His Highness Aowei. What on earth was this villain trying to achieve with all these theatrical displays?
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