Meng Xijun was there with his younger brother, Meng Xiyan, who was chatting animatedly with another cultivator at the table next to theirs.
Qiao Wei's gaze swept across the room, searching for Zhang Fengxi. Confusion flickered across his face as he realized that the alpha was not present in the banquet hall at all. So where, then, had he disappeared to?
"Master Qiao Wei, welcome, welcome! Please do not stand on ceremony, take a seat!"
Shang Zichen pulled at Qiao Wei's elbow and led him to the empty table.
"By the way, where is your sect's guest disciple? I heard that he is surnamed Zhang."
"I wish I knew," Qiao Wei replied helplessly. "We got separated before. I hope that he is not lost."
"Oh, nothing will happen to a cultivator of his caliber, I am pretty sure about it."
Just then, a defiant roar boomed through the banquet hall, shattering the merriment inside the Autumn Breeze Pavilion.
