At noon, the sun hung high, casting three spotlights on this open-air feast.

From the mountain gate to the Main Hall of the Qingyuan Sect, guests were seated everywhere. Elder Qian was entertaining the visitors, his chubby face smiling like a wrinkled meat bun.

Old Qian was contemplating that in the near future, with a little Ice Block or a little brat, he could host another full moon banquet.

Collecting another round of gift money, Old Qian might become the strongest... uh, second strongest elder of the Qingyuan Sect!