The banquet at the He Mansion was set up in the spacious front yard, tables spread out like a peacock's tail, filling all directions.
Qingfeng, who usually didn't go out much, crossed the threshold led by Housekeeper Gui, taking in the bustling scene and secretly complained:
"Marriage, childbirth, and grand celebrations for birthdays, even when a son died, they'd make it a grand affair. These influential masters from the Thirteen Shops are truly strange."
Qingfeng, dressed in a dark blue Daoist robe, was quite short, resembling a half-grown child, but as he walked, he raised his chin high, stood up straight, and swaggered, making his sleeves rustle.
The senior brothers in the observatory said this would give him more presence and help him hold the scene.
"People from Yuanyang Temple are also here?"
"The He Family really has face!"
"I remember He Jinghong and He Jingyun being students at the Daoist School in Zhi Xin Temple?"
