Standing on the plank path on the cliff and watching the two figures in the distance walk toward the buildings, a fierce expression formed on Shi Fengchen’s face.
The ocean wind stirred his yellowish beard, but not the wrinkles on his face, etched there as if to symbolize how much he had exerted himself physically and mentally for the Imperial Court.
A subordinate asked for his instruction, "Master, they are almost inside the building now, should we act?"
Narrowing his eyes, Shi Fengchen said, "Wait! There are so many guests of the Four-Seas Banquet there. Something might go wrong if we act now."
The subordinate understood what he meant. The Western Ocean Sword Sect had already offered enough favor to the Imperial Court by letting the Clean Heaven Bureau supervise the banquet. If the Four-Seas Banquet had to end abruptly or even end up in chaos for catching those two magic demons, who would deal with the anger of Xiwang Sun?