Seeing this, Duke Qinghui smiled and drained the fruit wine from his glazed cup in one go.
"Cheers!"
Although it was a grand celebration held in the Holy Land, theoretically an event for the heroes to relax and enjoy themselves, the special nature of Westheid's court meant this relaxed, moonlit banquet was inevitably tinged with jealousy and rivalry.
Whether it was the beautiful and pure attendants of the Purity People, the bewitchingly charming Witches of the Ring of Clear Skies, or the valiant Yonglan Female Knights, they all orbited Westheid, doing their utmost to curry favor with Duke Qinghui.
Unfortunately for them, Westheid had no intention of treating everyone equally. In his mind, there was a scale to measure their worth—T0, T1, intimate, distant—the distinctions were crystal clear.
Reiya, Mivana, and Wan Qi were, of course, in a league of their own. With them around, everyone else, even a top confidant like Yolanda, had to take a backseat.
