C19 Annual session (1/2)

Although Luo Yu's injuries had healed, he still accepted the Magnolia officinalis L. He didn't want to disappoint Luo Xingchen and make his father feel guilty. Moreover, he wanted to give his father a pleasant surprise three months later.

The whole family sat at the table, and Nalan Fang prepared a table full of good dishes.

”Son, drink with your father today. Fang'er, take out the Fiery Wine that I have stored for so many years!”

”Well, then Father will gladly accept your son as his son until the end!”

”You, how old is Yu'er and you let him drink?”

Although Nalan Fang said that, she still went to the wine cellar and brought out an old wine jar.

”Son, this is the wine father buried when he married your mother. He usually doesn't even want to drink it!”

While Luo Xingchen was speaking, he brought Luo Yu a bowl and the aroma of the wine immediately assaulted his nostrils.

Luo Yu swallowed the wine in one gulp, but when it reached his stomach, it was as if a flame had been removed from his body.

”What a good wine …”

Luo Yu praised.

”Smelly Kid, who taught you to drink like that, it's truly ruined my good wine!” Luo Xingchen saw that Luo Yu was like a cow drinking and felt an ache in his heart.

”I think a man has to drink a mouthful of wine.”

Luo Yu was about to finish his second bowl.

”Pui, who said that? Do you think your father's wine is some random stuff on a stall? It's brewed from the Fiery Fire Grass of Common Tier High Grade, and you drank at least a thousand silver taels from that mouthful. Save me the money to drink it!”

Luo Xingchen saw that Luo Yu was about to drink the second bowl and grind his teeth, looking like a miser.

”Stingy bastard!”

Luo Yu curled his lips and said.

”Just let him drink if Yu'er likes it,” Nalan Fang smiled and said to his husband.

”Didn't you just say that you wouldn't let him drink it? You were biased towards your son …” Luo Xingchen looked as if he had been wronged.

Afterwards, Luo Xingchen was afraid that he would be the one to dry all the wine after Luo Yu drank it all.

Three months later

When the new spring arrived, the White Dew Town's house would be decorated with Zhang Hong and both inside and outside the Luo Family would also be decorated with lanterns and decorations, and this year's annual meeting would be held soon.

Luo Yu sat cross-legged on a prayer mat in his own room and woke up from his cultivation. Within three months, he had stabilized his own cultivation at the Houtian fourth stage realm.

He stood up and walked towards his family …

Today was Luo Family's annual gathering, so all of the disciples would be gathered there. Luo Family would have a lot of activities in the next few days, so Luo Yu felt that there were many similarities between this world and ancient China. He just did not know if these two worlds had any connections.

Today was the Luo Family's Annual Sacrifice, and all the disciples of the Luo Family were to worship the ancestor's Heroic Spirit in the Ancestral Hall. When the ancestors of the Luo Family were gathered, Luo Xingchen would hold the three Soul Fragrance pillars and pay his respects to the many tablets in front of him. Luo Xinghe and the eight elders followed closely behind him.

The people who were able to erect ancestral halls for the ancestral tablets were all people who would only be qualified to receive sacrifices from future generations after the death of the people who made important contributions to the Luo Family.

”My Luo Family is based on the White Dew Town for three hundred years, and was originally an outer disciple of the Purple Cloud Sky Sect. Afterwards, my roots in the White Dew Town were revealed, and only after many generations of hard work did my Luo Family have my current Luo Family. Luo Xingchen bowed again after speaking.

”I beg the ancestor to protect the prosperity of our Luo Family!”

All of the Luo Family disciples also followed and bowed.

After the Yearly Sacrifice, it was time for the family banquet. More than 500 people were gathered at the Luo Family Plaza, and at night, the White Dew Town would have another lantern festival.

Luo Yu was already used to it. Since he had nothing better to do, he prepared to go back, but when Qing'er invited him to visit the White Dew Town to watch the lantern festival, he agreed.

”Sugar gourd, what a sweet candied fruit!”