<blockquote>For the first half-day of the 105th Immortal Alliance Conference, Yue Qingyuan almost felt like everything might go off all right. Unlike the last time Cang Qiong Mountain Sect had hosted the Conference, the speakers were in the right order—the head of Huan Hua Palace needed to feel important, given the quantity of silver he sunk into this money pit every fourth year—and no one had skimped on the service on the sect leaders' platform. Beautiful, buxom women in soft pastels played popular compositions on the qin and circulated with trays of beverages while the sun rose high above the day-drinkers. Standing by the balcony with a cup of wine in his hand, Shen Qingqiu looked pleased.
Ah, if only that welcome expression weren't so worrisome.</blockquote>
➤ the one where they're co-chairs of the conference!