"Luo Chen, you must be tired. I'd say we've had enough to drink for one night, so let's end this here."

Luo Chen gladly agreed to conclude the banquet. He actually was a little tired. Of the seven elders of the Star Gate, six were late-stage Sages on par with Moon Hermit and the last one was an Ascendant. In their presence, no matter how composed and self-assured Luo Chen tried to appear, the pressure remained immense.

Had it not been for Saint Alchemist Chu Yan, who had effortlessly dispelled the pressure from the others with her lighthearted banter, the session inside the Star Gate space likely wouldn't have gone so smoothly. The banquet helped him ease up considerably, but no matter how relaxed he felt, it couldn't compare to a period of quiet cultivation in private.

However, before leaving, he made a point of taking a look at Fu Qinglan. He found her rather surprising.

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