The Universe Is Innately Just 176 Paying Respect Part Three

With that thought in head, Fell followed the wandering Wind as he saw him quit the courtyard and delve deeper into the n.o.ble's mansion. Although he wasn't afraid for the young official as the man had ample resources to get out of any situation, he still felt that he was an easy target in case of retaliation.

"He didn't go easy on them, and now he's already back at his antiques…", shrugged Fell while looking at Wind, who was running at the tails of pure maidens. His eyes were glowing with luminescent charms- clearly a use of his soul cultivation- and had already washed away the sc.u.mmy portrait he was always wearing.

His knight in white's act left him with a feeling of not knowing whether to cry or laugh, and he couldn't help but fathom how shameless his acts were.

But that was just an act that Fell misunderstood as fearlessness. Wind wasn't as brazen as that, although he didn't lack anything in his lower pants; he knew that breaking the image he had created might cause suspicion when it came to the n.o.ble families. And if even a shred of doubt appeared when it came to his strength, they wouldn't be polite and would bite straight back at him.

Sadly, that wasn't something he could fully a.s.sume. And even if his strength as a cultivator was ample to beat a few youths from his generation, when it came to the executives, he wasn't sure how he would fare against them. Not even taking into account the fact that a single well placed bullet could leave his body lying limply on the floor.

Time pa.s.sed quietly, and the guests seemed to forget about the event that just happened. Alcohol and delicacies continuously flowed in the large hall where the guests had moved; the poor butlers and maids were overcharged by the constant travel and serving.

In the large hall where the party had moved, tables upon tables had been set for the many guests to sit around. Names had been placed on them, and a clear order had been put in place for the many spots at hands. Still, the night was still early, and the many guests were moving between different groups as they socialized with the city's higher cla.s.s.

In those circ.u.mstances, Wind was akin to a fish swimming in clear water, and due to his act, daring to go against the n.o.ble families, he acquired quite a high standing in the eyes of the guests who sought his presence more than Fell. Accepting cups and getting presented to the daughters of many n.o.bles was a pleasure he never had the opportunity to savor.

If it wasn't for him keeping his emotions in check. He would already be laughing like a r.e.t.a.r.d, with a smile that would extend way past his ears.

As for Fell, although he felt like drinking some wine alone, the guests decided otherwise, and a constant flood of people was making its way towards his position. At first, he couldn't help but annoyed as his senses were abnormally heightened as he knew that he was on enemy grounds. But as he noticed the sympathetically smile on the guest that came with good intention towards him, his view changed and he also began partaking in socializing.

Time pa.s.sed quickly, and with the many drinks at disposal, the alcohol rate in the guests' blood rose at a fast rate. Humans were social creatures, and in events of this size, it was quite easy to go overboard when it came to intoxication. Thankfully, most of the n.o.bles were used to those kinds of events, and even with the enormous consumption of liquor, they knew how to keep a decent decorum in public.

As for Wind, that wasn't the case at all and if it wasn't for Fell who had helped him take out alcohol from his system. The young official would have already been drunk; the slap filled with energy would cause Wind's pore to open up, releasing wisps of alcohol fumes from them.

"You should teach me this trick brother…", said Wind with reddened cheeks.

"This isn't a 'trick,'…", responded Fell with a sigh. "You can learn it too, I'm not sure yet, but this effect can be attained with any kind of bodily control. Be it physical, mental, or with spatial energy.". A strange form of encouragement escaped his lips; he remembered the battle center's elder's word and couldn't help but tell them to his slightly intoxicated brother.

"All paths lead to the same road. Keep your vision vast, and don't turn into an existence akin to those fishes in the pond."

Wind didn't seem to truly understand the sentence and looked carefully for signs of intoxication on Fell's face. He then decided to just mark the sentence in his memory, as he would ponder about it later when sober. With a few other discreet palm slaps, he felt his mental clarity raise to a sufficient state as the last bits of undigested alcohol left his body.

At the same moment, a bell rang in the large ballroom, its deep and acute noise pierced through the eardrums of the guests and stole their focus for what they have been doing.

"The dinner will start soon. Dear guests from our beautiful city, please join the tables where you have been a.s.signed!", the bell ended the moment the voice spread through the large s.p.a.ce. And with those orders, the guests expressed their last wishes to the friends who weren't at their tables and began looking for their spots.

Fell had already looked for his place, and as his watchful gaze pa.s.sed through the large s.p.a.ce. He noticed that a butler was making his way towards him while beckoning to him with a polite gesture.

The pair of cultivators made their way towards the butler who showed them the way toward their table. Before long, the butler stopped in his track and showed the way with his hand.

"You will sit with the esteemed guests of our masters if you please.", he exclaimed matter of fact before disappearing.