The process of the inauguration ceremony was quite simple.
Brother Cheng was too lazy to bother with a speech; it was just about changing a plaque, after all.
Additionally, he personally designed a ribbon-cutting ceremony.
Everyone was in awe without knowing why but clapped regardless.
Afterward, it was time to eat and drink.
As the fruits, dishes, and drinks were served, the entire hall gasped.
Brother Cheng had attended the Eight Clouds Hall's ceremony banquet before, so he followed their example, making this reception several levels more luxurious.
The White Feather Sword Saint, who had been maintaining his composure, suddenly stood up.
He held a small, purple fruit with grainy edges in his hand, staring at Jiang Cheng in shock.
"Is this perhaps the Purple Fragrant Divine Fruit, which increases one's power by two hundred years with just one piece?"
Power?
Brother Cheng was a bit confused.
