The server disguised as a child saw Old Chen and walked forward to ask, "Great Immortal, do you have an invitation?"
"Yes!"
Old Chen handed over a large red and gold invitation without changing his expression. The child looked at it and smiled, "So it's Elder [I Want to Hold Grandson], please come in. Your seat is in the front row…"
Following the young server's direction, Old Chen entered the banquet hall of Zixiao Palace.
The hall was decorated with an immortal aura; the so-called seats weren't chairs or stools but real meditation mats woven from cattails.
At the moment, many people were already inside, referring to each other as fellow Daoists and chatting lively.
Old Chen went to the first row and sat down on a mat he found, then someone gently tapped his shoulder.
"Fellow Daoist, what's your surname?"
"It's Chen, with game ID [I Want to Hold Grandson]!" Old Chen replied politely.
