Byron Bi's death made everyone at the Fourth Prince Residence deeply respect Ian Song—and realize this young man wasn't someone you could just push around. All Byron did was try to give him a hard time, and in the end, he paid for it with his life.
The banquet continued, and they even brought in a group of talented dancers to perform. But honestly, nobody was really in the mood for it.
So, the banquet barely lasted half an hour before wrapping up.
"Young Master Song, are you satisfied with everything? If not, just say the word and this old servant will arrange it for you."
Inside the Fourth Prince Residence, in a rather large manor.
A kindly-looking old man asked humbly. He was the chief steward of the Fourth Prince Residence, named Sam Li—everyone called him Steward Sam. Though his cultivation was late Divine Transformation, he treated Ian Song with unusual respect.
"Thank you for your hard work, Steward Sam. I'm very satisfied," Ian Song said with a smile and a nod.
"That's good. If you need anything, Young Master Song, just let this old servant know." After bowing again, Sam Li left with two attendants.
Calling this place a manor didn't really do it justice—it was more like a miniature palace, luxurious and full of noble flair.
The layout had a main hall and two side halls—one main, two auxiliary.