That evening, as the most important guest among the ten nearby Level Two civilizations, Zhang Menglong was treated to a high-profile reception.
Logically, the lords of the other nine civilizations should have packed their things and prepared to leave, but they found all sorts of reasons to stay, hoping to build a connection with someone whom even the Galactic Overlord had to treat with respect.
"Sir, I toast to you! Welcome to our Izek civilization as a guest!"
As the host, Reno kept toasting Zhang Menglong glass after glass.
The liquor of the Izek civilization was also a magical plant extract. Its main component wasn't alcohol, yet it had a similar effect without damaging the body, although it might be somewhat addictive, making it suitable for everyone, irrespective of age.
"Sir, I am Ireel's elder brother, and I apologize for yesterday's events. Actually, Ireel and I usually get along well. Our brotherly bond is the best!"
