As night fell, a banquet was set up in the small courtyard.
Master Xuan Ji was already resting and couldn't attend. Therefore, at the table were only Lu Qian, who had finished meditating, Qingfeng Baitao, and Lin Le, who had hastily taken an afternoon nap.
In the late autumn season, the moonlight was cool and clear, with the starry sky dazzling. In the courtyard, the Spirit Vein Lotus blossomed again with a little spiritual light, and the corners of the courtyard were also lit with Rootless Fire. The interplay of light and shadow was like a dream, almost an illusion.
This banquet did not consist of individual tables for each person, but was more like a mortal gathering, with fruits, snacks, and a variety of delicacies filling a round table. Everyone sat together warmly, chatting and laughing.
Lin Le sat somewhat reservedly at the side of the table, but his heart was filled with unparalleled peace and joy. His gaze carefully swept over everyone and then paused on the Spirit Vein.
