The White Cat's Divine Scratching Post

Chapter 11: Gift

Mo Tianliao crossed a bridge and reached Wotian Cove.

The cove was extremely big, several times larger than Woqing Cove, with majestic structures within. There were pavilions and spacious houses connected by bridges. The houses had opulent roof decorations and had an amazing view of the mountains together with the cranes living there. The whole sight was breathtakingly beautiful.

Upon entering the cove, Yan Lie's disciples came forward to welcome him, "The banquet will be held in the Yufeng Pavilion, may shishu please proceed."

Flying on swords in the three coves was forbidden, only walking on foot was allowed, hence although Mo Tianliao could not currently fly, he wasn't embarrassed and leisurely walked to the east towards Yufeng Pavilion.

Yufeng Pavilion was an open-roof flower pavilion, and was very spacious. Today, numerous long wooden tables were arranged neatly inside, with many people already seated. Yan Lie's seat was on a raised stone platform.

Yan Lie was the main direct disciple of the sect leader Tianlang Zhenren, the highest-ranking disciple amongst the first-generation disciples. He was a fire attribute genius.

Originally, with elders present, huge birthday celebrations were forbidden, however Yan Lie was extremely popular with many disciples clamoring to organize a banquet for him. Adding his recent advancement to the Nascent Soul stage, the sect leader was also very happy and approved of this banquet.

"Shishu's seat is the first seat from the east." The disciples Mo Tianliao met along the way led him to a jade table near the front.

Mo Tianliao nodded and walked towards the table.

The silver patterns on the black silk robes were dazzling to the eye under the sunlight. With a closer look, the black-clothed figure seemed to devour all the light, giving an inexplicable sense of oppression.

The moment he walked in, the originally lively hall suddenly became quiet.

Mo Tianliao ignored their reactions and walked to his seat. He lifted his robes and sat down cross-legged.

The direct disciples of Xuanji Zhenren had not yet arrived, the disciples currently sitting at the same table were all direct disciples of the sect leader with calm and composed temperaments, seeing Mo Tianliao they nodded in greeting.

The hall gradually became lively again, the second-generation disciples sitting behind began to whisper amongst themselves.

"It turned out to be him!"

"Such a strong spiritual power, who is it?"

"Didn't you know? Apparently the new direct disciple of Qingtong Zhenren was accepted because he was just too handsome."

Mo Tianliao lifted the jade pot in front of him and poured himself a glass of wine. He took a sip, the initial taste was sweet, with a rich body, really high quality.

Su Wen silently sat at the table behind Mo Tianliao, and quietly introduced those disciples sitting with Mo Tianliao to him.

There were a total of five direct disciples under the sect leader, excluding Yan Lie, two were present today. The one wearing purple robes with a baby face was the second direct disciple Zi Mo, and the one wearing white robes with a severe expression, sitting down quietly drinking wine, was the third direct disciple Bai Luo.

"The fourth-ranked direct disciple, Mo Xiong shishu went out with my shifu to cultivate. As for the fifth-ranked direct disciple, Lang Zi shishu is still young, he has never attended this kind of banquets." Su Wen whispered.