The banquet had nothing to do with Lu Hong, and the young lady deemed him not clever enough to serve people, so all tasks like serving tea and water were left entirely to the old butler's charge.
In Raoxue City's customs, servants were not allowed to eat until their masters had finished. Having been sent to the kitchen with nothing to do, Lu Hong sat down cross-legged on the floor and started meditating, attempting to connect with nature's spiritual energy.
It was still the same, inside Lu Hong there was a deadly stillness, not a ripple of qi and blood, and his Pure Steel Battle Energy was just the same, what on earth was the magic tool that was the iron nail? It had simply sucked him dry and seemed to have added a seal for good measure.
How could he recover? It seemed the only plan for now was to get a breakthrough from the young girl, for she was from the Holy Court and should have a way, but how to get her to speak was another matter worth contemplation.
