The Eldest Miss Ning brought her people to boldly sit at the main table smack in the center, while the rest of the Omni Faction disciples took up two to three tables that fanned out from Ning Bihuan's table.
The small feast was set up next to the flowers, rivers, and pavilions in the valley. There were a full 26 tables with a considerably bountiful selection of dishes. Xixia Valley was known for withdrawing from society, but its store of provisions was rather abundant.
As it was a rare chance for them to stuff themselves, all the Holy Water Sect disciples came early to secure a good spot.
Yet upon arriving, they saw Ning Bihuan's corpse-face somberly looking straight at them.
To say more precisely, Ning Bihuan's stiff and cold corpse-like face was directed towards Mo Lian. Her profound eyes stared unmoving at the youth before her.
