The Ancient Divine City has a long-standing heritage, and its dining etiquette follows ancient traditions.
Almost all the decision-makers of the city were present. Although they didn't understand why the City Lord needed to personally host a banquet for an ordinary mortal doctor, everyone wore warm smiles and spoke without arrogance.
To ng Qingzhou's left was Dongfang Liuli, and to his right was Qiong.
Following the city's customs, guests must sit at the secondary seats, which are the left and right sides of the main seat.
Naturally, Dongfang Liuli didn't want to be separated from ng Qingzhou and sit with a group of oddly shaped foreign tribes, so she refused the suggestion and sat next to ng Qingzhou.
After three rounds of wine and five courses of dishes.
The guests at the table were all enjoying themselves. ng Qingzhou endured his discomfort. As a modern person, he despised the overly formal drinking culture.
Fortunately, the wine brewed in the city was not harsh. It was made from a fruit called Qiongyu Pearl, which was sweet and mild. However, Qiongyu Pearl was extrely expensive and only brought out for important guests. There were even rumors that an ordinary person could beco a First Rank Realm cultivator after drinking a single cup.
"Doctor ng."
Qiong held a delicate wine cup, her fair face flushed, and she spoke softly:
"No, I should call you Minister ng. A second-rank official of the Great Jin Dynasty. There were rumors that Minister ng rose from a commoner to a second-rank official in just one day."
"On his first day in office, he used his ability to foresee the future to reveal the dark history of the King of Longshang, who was then executed by the Empress through death by a thousand cuts. With a single word, he decided the life and death of nobility..."
"On the Empress's birthday banquet, the young supres of the seven major forces attended. Minister ng's second disciple, the Qian Yuan Sword Saint, erged and defeated the seven supres with his sword."
"Later, the rebel Zhao Yuhuan made a desperate attempt to attack the Imperial Capital, intending to fight the Empress to the death. Unexpectedly, the Empress was ambushed. At the critical mont, it was Minister ng who, along with the Qian Yuan Sword Saint, entered an alternate space and assisted the Empress in eliminating Zhao Yuhuan..."
"Am I right, Minister ng?"
As her words fell, the table fell silent.
The decision-makers of the city all looked at ng Qingzhou with changed expressions, finally understanding why Qiong had made such a big deal out of hosting him.
It turned out that the person who had recently beco famous as the Empress' lover and the second-ranking civil official of the Great Jin, ng Qin, was actually him!
But soon, the decision-makers were puzzled again.
If this person was indeed ng Qin, then who was the woman beside him?
The city was isolated, like a paradise. If not for the nurous events in the Great Jin recently, the news wouldn't have reached the Ancient Divine City, and no one would know the Empress's true appearance.
So high-ranking foreign tribe mbers exchanged glances, their expressions changing.
'Could it be that the Empress's lover is actually a married man?'
'The dignified Empress of the Great Jin has such peculiar tastes!?'
ng Qingzhou's smile didn't waver. He downed his wine in one gulp, wiped the remaining liquid from his lips, and said calmly:
"That's right. I've only been in the city for half a day, and my entire life history has been uncovered by the City Lord. Truly impressive."
Qiong revealed ng Qingzhou's identity as a form of retaliation for him ntioning the 'calamity of the gods,' which had scared her a bit.
This little girl, despite her lazy appearance, had a strong sense of revenge.
Qiong propped her elbow on the table, resting her chin in her palm, and said:
"I have three questions to ask Minister ng. Once answered, you may go and rest."
"Please ask, City Lord," ng Qingzhou nodded.
Qiong asked calmly:
"How did Minister ng know about the calamity of the gods, and how did you precisely predict the start of the disaster?"
ng Qingzhou was about to use the excuse of foreseeing the future, as it had always worked before.
What, you don't believe ?
If you don't believe it, ask the heavens. After all, it was the heavens who told the answer.
"Don't use the excuse of foreseeing the future. I am a born deity; fate cannot be foreseen for ," Qiong added.
ng Qingzhou raised an eyebrow and fell silent.
Damn! I didn't think of that.
Should I say that I know the plot so well that I even know the color of your underwear, which is B but you insist on making it look like A?
Seeing ng Qingzhou's troubled expression, a hint of expectation flashed in Qiong's eyes:
"Did the Space-Ti Sword Saint tell you?"
ng Qingzhou was surprised and scratched his head involuntarily, thinking, what does this have to do with the Space-Ti Sword Saint?
How did it get connected?
"Yes, it was my disciple who told . But how he knew, I don't know," ng Qingzhou went along with it.
Qiong's eyes instantly brightened. She straightened her lazy posture and stared at him, continuing to ask:
"Second question, is the Space-Ti Sword Saint really your disciple?"
Hearing this, ng Qingzhou was once again at a loss.
He wasn't sure what Qiong's intention was in asking this question.
However, ng Qingzhou had a premonition that if he answered incorrectly, Qiong would definitely know he was lying.
"Yes and no," ng Qingzhou shook his head.
No matter what, since Qiong asked, it ant she was seeking confirmation, believing that the Space-Ti Sword Saint and ng Qin had no connection.
The two continued their question-and-answer session, and everyone at the table listened with bated breath.
Even Dongfang Liuli, who was usually lively, was unusually quiet, not interrupting. She just slipped her small hand into ng Qingzhou's and kept squeezing his fingers.
"Can you elaborate?" Qiong beca a bit anxious.
ng Qingzhou felt increasingly uneasy, his right eyelid twitching non-stop. But at this point, he had to continue with his nonsense:
"When I t Qian Yuan, he was already an adult, but... he seed to have forgotten his past, only rembering that he had learned swordsmanship before. I saw him as a pitiful fool and took him in, calling each other master and disciple, and taught him swordsmanship..."
"Hmm..."
"Qian Yuan was very diligent, and of course, he was also extrely talented. In just ten years, he beca a Sword Saint."
Qiong's breathing suddenly beca rapid, and she muttered to herself:
"Indeed, indeed..."
ng Qingzhou perked up his ears to listen, but then looked confused, not understanding.
Hey, hey, hey, finish your sentence.
Indeed what? Indeed more laughing gas?
"Third question!" Qiong's tone beca heavier, as if she had confird sothing significant, her voice eager:
"Tell !"
"Where is the Qian Yuan Sword Saint now!?"
ng Qingzhou's right eyelid twitched violently, his ominous premonition finally confird.
It's all ssed up!
Qiong was actually after the Qian Yuan Sword Saint!
But... Qian Yuan is , and I am Qian Yuan, so... girl, are you after ?
Look at her eager expression, anyone who didn't know would think she had found the whereabouts of her father's killer.
Killer... or perhaps an enemy coveting the Sword Sense of Ti and Space?
ng Qingzhou's heart sank. He had always been avoiding the main plot, and he had been successful, never being targeted by either the main or side villains, perfectly playing the role of a transparent person.
But unexpectedly, because of a vest, he was now targeted by Qiong, who was also a fringe character in the plot.
Thinking of this.
ng Qingzhou put on a pained expression and sighed:
"Qian Yuan... is dead."
The light of expectation in Qiong's eyes instantly vanished, replaced by a deep emptiness. She repeated: "Dead?"
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