「That night.」
Daylight faded, and darkness fell.
A bright, round moon hung high in the sky, casting a faint silver glow over the Fang Clan's estate.
Within the Fang Clan estate, large red lanterns lit up one after another, illuminating the grounds with a brilliant glow.
Tables laden with all sorts of rare delicacies and precious wines were arranged around the core area of the ancestral hall.
Tonight, they would feast until dawn, with no one leaving sober. The atmosphere was festive and harmonious.
At the Virtuous Elder's introduction, Fang Yang, Fang Min, and Fang Hao all took their seats at the head table.
Among them, Fang Yang was the youngest person at the head table!
'In the past, I was always at the kids' table. I can't believe I've moved up to the adults' table so quickly—and the head table, no less.' Fang Yang let out a wry laugh, but he sat still, feeling he deserved his place.
He lowered his gaze, his eyes fixed on the fine food and wine on the table.
