When the representatives of the Three Great Clans of Fujian entered the pavilion, they immediately noticed the seats prepared for them.0

“Welcome.”0

Cheon-Sang stood up from the seat of honor and greeted the representatives as they entered. Seeing Cheon-Sang already at the venue surprised them. They thought that Cheon-Sang, an Absolute Realm master and the Zhejiang Martial Alliance leader, would be the last to arrive to avoid losing face. The fact that he was polite enough to them to not prioritize his martial prowess or status gave them a favorable impression of him.0

“It’s nice to meet you. I am Sea Palace Sect Patriarch Nam Go-San.”0

“I am Jiuhua Sect Patriarch Lee Geom-Hwan. It’s an honor to meet you.”0

“I am Wuyi Sword Sect Young Patriarch Pung Hyeon-Oh. I am here on behalf of my sick father.”0

“It’s a pleasure to meet you all. I am Baek Sword Sect Patriarch Baek Cheon-Sang,” Cheon-Sang said, then offered, “Please have a seat.”0

The servants standing by guided the representatives to their designated seats. Baek Mu-Gun also took a seat. After everyone settled down, the servants brought out food and neatly put them on the table in front of the attendees.0

“We put our all into preparing those dishes. I hope they are to your liking,” Cheon-Sang said.0

“This feast is so sumptuous that I don't even know where to start,” Go-San exaggerated.0

“Haha, you gave us a lot of time to prepare, after all. Please take your time and try them all. We have prepared a lot for all of you, but...0