It had been a while since Ye Futian left the Xihua Sacred Mountain and yet, things remained lively there.
It was a rare occasion with so many of the Nine State's saints gathering in one place, so it was only natural that they had a lot to talk about. Be it about the younger generations of the various holy lands, or something about training and whatnot, at their level as saints, only people of the same plane as they were, would have been able to verify and discuss each other's way of training.
Other than that, they still had to let the genius among the younger generations of the Nine States to spar with each other, which without doubt, were only strictly for learning and no harm were to be done. Time flew and things at the banquet remained harmonious and lively.