Someone soon shattered the tense, stifled atmosphere.

“Su Yi, what did you invite us to this banquet for? Was it just to strut your stuff?” Qian Yunjiu’s expression darkened, and he said coldly, “Are you trying to show off how well you’re doing as a way to humiliate us?” 

Huo Long, Zheng Xiaolin, Zhang Fengtu, Liu Ying, Yang Qi, and Chu Lianheng all stared at Su Yi, their expressions unsightly.

Back in the day at Blueriver Sword Manor, they’d all come into conflict with Su Yi, and they’d all bullied him on numerous occasions.

Yet now, they saw the very person they’d once trampled again, but this time it was in a banquet on the ninth floor of the House of Prosperity. He’d gone out of his way to invite them specifically; anyone with half a brain would know that it wasn’t so they could enjoy a nice feast together!

“I’ve long since sensed that there was something strange about this invitation. It seems I was right!” Huo Long snorted coldly. “I just don’t get it. You’re a waste without a cultivation, and you’ve long since been booted from the sect. Why is it that you can sit here now?”

His words weren’t the least bit polite.

Zhou Huaiqiu frowned, and he coughed dryly. “You were all once sectmates. Mind your manners.”

Nan Ying smiled. “Everyone,...