Chapter 2545
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After Yin Qinghao expressed his gratitude, Li Tianlan
Very quickly, various congratulatory voices resounded in the main hall.
Yin Yanxiu presented his birthday gift.
When Yin Yanxiu revealed what the gift was, everyone was filled with envy. The gaze they shot at Yin Qinghao was filled with a trace of pleading and greed.
They had to admit.
Yin Yanxiu had put in a lot of effort for this gift.
Three small jars of medicinal wine.
It was made from top grade medicinal pills and through a special technique, it had been brewed for fifty years.
One jar was palm sized and could be drunk in about ten mouthfuls.
But this medicinal wine, after drinking a mouthful, had the effect of prolonging one's lifespan and raising one's Profound Energy.
What's more, within four hours of drinking this wine, if it wasn't for the rare poison, the drinker could achieve the state of being immune to hundreds of poisons.
To cultivators, this was an extremely precious medicinal wine!
There were already quite a number of VIPs who were secretly thinking about it.
After the birthday banquet ended, they would ask the Young Matriarch of Qin Yue Sect if there was any more of this medicinal wine.
Even if they had to spend a huge sum of money, they would still be willing to get a pot!
After Yin Yanxiu presented his gift.
People started to present their gifts one by one.
The scene became extremely lively.
Fine wine and delicacies were also served.
Various forces were also chatting with each other.
The atmosphere was extremely good.
There were quite a number of people who wanted to go up to Ghost Martial Artist several times.
But before they could get close, they were scared away by the cold air emitted from Ghost Martial Artist.
Some people also wanted to talk to Ghost Martial Artist through Ye Qing Luo and the others.
But Ghost Martial Artist's low pressure was too horrifying.
Hence, Ye Qing Luo was happy to be idle as she munched on the snacks in front of her.
Her expression was languid, as though she didn't care about anything in front of her.
Suddenly, her eyes lit up. She caught a glimpse of a figure hurriedly walking towards Yin Qinghao.
That was Qin Yue Sect's servant.
Everyone's attention was placed on the gifts presented by the VIPs, or the forces who were chatting with them, or Ghost Martial Artist etc.
And in the main hall, the maids and manservants were walking back and forth.
No one noticed the figure that was in a hurry.
Ye Qing Luo raised her brows as a smile curled up with interest.
Her elbow was bumped by someone.
Ye Qing Luo glanced sideways and met with Yan Xiao Yi's curious eyes.
Yan Xiao Yi knocked Ye Qing Luo's hand as she suppressed her voice, "Did you see that?"
"Yes." Ye Qing Luo tilted her head and shot a glance at that servant, "Someone is here to add a good show to the birthday banquet."
As expected, the servant walked to Yin Yanxiu's side and whispered something into his ear.
Yin Yanxiu's face darkened.
Yin Qinghao also noticed the expressions of his son and the servants.
He pretended to chat with Yin Yanxiu and asked for the reason.
After hearing something, his face darkened.
However, he quickly put on a smile and swept away all the displeasure on his face.
Just then …
An extremely pleasing zither tune that seemed to be able to cleanse one's soul rang out.
The sound of the zither was like flowing water from a high mountain, slowly flowing into one's heart.
The noisy crowd quietened down in an instant.
The sound of a piano?
Where did the zither sound come from?
The honored guests kept quiet and looked around, trying to find the source of the sound.
No one saw it.
On the main seat, Yin family's Master's face turned slightly black.
Ye Qing Luo smiled lightly as she leaned back on the chair as though it had nothing to do with her.
"A good show is coming? Let's silently watch the show! "Yan Xiao Yi was extremely excited.
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