On this day, as night fell, Jingguan City was bustling with people and bright with lanterns.
At Fan Yang Square, the Yun Family was also lively.
Old friends from afar, isn't it delightful? Comrades from the Shu Mountain Sword Sect and the Su Nu Sword Sect had come a long way, and Yun Chuxiong naturally set up a banquet to entertain his old friends and their disciples.
Though the Yun Family had just endured a turbulent event, and with tomorrow's ceremony not suited to big celebrations, the required courtesies were still being met.
In the banquet hall, two tables were occupied by disciples of the Shu Mountain Sword Sect and Su Nu Sword Sect, while Yun Chuxiong, Qing Yangzi, Sect Leader An, and various Yun family heads sat at another.
The younger generation of the Yun Family had gathered, the womenfolk sat in the side hall, separated by landscape screens.
