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The sudden move of the Heavenly Spring's Saint Son didn't affect the bustling air of the Glutton God's Banquet much.

People still ate and drank, enjoying the delicacies they couldn't have very often. When the gourmet food melted on their tongues, they smiled delightedly.

Someone had met up with their old friends they hadn't seen for a long time. They made a toast with their friends who were sitting not far from them. Gulping down their glasses, they laughed happily. All of them were cheering and talking clamorously.

The old white-headed Chu Changsheng sat cross-legged in the center of the spacious square. He was casually enjoying his good food and wine, with a calm and relaxed face.

It was the moment the Glutton God's Banquet came to the most exciting time. Everybody was waiting for it.