Late at night, as the bustling crowd dispersed, Jiang Wang also entertained thoughts of leaving. Today marked the absolute pinnacle of his life. His Inner Disciple had married the legitimate daughter of a Thousand-Year-Old Noble Family. As the master, he had unexpectedly sat on equal footing with the Patriarch of the Xiao family to accept the newlyweds' toast.
"HICCUP..." Jiang Wang belched. He had drunk quite a bit of Spirit Wine today. Far too many people had come to toast him—the patriarchs and elders of every major faction in Yunzhou City had all raised their cups, and he couldn't refuse a single one. Carrying a hint of drunkenness, Jiang Wang stood up and walked outside.
"Mr. Jiang, where are you going?" A servant of the Xiao family approached and reached out to support Jiang Wang.
