"What are you trying to pull here? Don't you have anyone capable in this sect?" Mo Qingsha's words were a blatant insult, but no one dared to refute.
Everyone sat there, blushed from anger or shame, but Elder Su was anxiously biting her lower lip. She intended to use this opportunity to get on the Celestial Abyss sect's good side, but the banquet was quickly turning into fiasco.
The only upside was that the young master fancied Throne Evergale's alcohol, but it was clear that at some point it could lead to even larger disaster.
"Junior Sect Master Mo, could you please specify what you're looking for?" Elder Su asked.
Before the funeral she prepared for all the known Celestial Abyss's emissaries, including fancy and personal presents, but never in her dreams she imagined that the sect master's son himself would show up.
