Everyone raised their cups in agreement. Fang Heng placed his cup on the table and stood with his sword in hand.
"Hall Master Fang, please stay." Shi Zanxue said.
Fang Heng looked up.
"It's just noon, and I have prepared a banquet. Please have some before you leave." She glanced at the few people in the hall.
Li Fengzhao smiled and said, "That would be great."
Fang Heng paused for three breaths, then sat back down without a word.
"Zanxue has also prepared a banquet for peers. Please come this way."
The disciples behind were stunned, all looking at their masters in front. After receiving a nod, they followed the attendants away.
The banquet was set, seven people gathered around a table, sitting sparsely. Until the end, there were few words, with about seventy percent of the conversation being Li Fengzhao's.
