This is so depressing.

By the time everyone walked out of the ancestral hall, the sky was already close to dusk. The housekeeper had already arranged a banquet. Everyone at the banquet was drinking and drinking happily. After three rounds of wine, someone mentioned the completely torturous battle between Ling Chuxi and Chai ke Zhou in the afternoon. The atmosphere became even more enthusiastic.

"Come, come, come. Chuxi, here's a toast to you from seventh grandfather. If you didn't come back today, we really wouldn't be able to do anything to the chai family." Ling MoYou was already a little tipsy as he raised his glass to toast Ling Chuxi.

"Seventh grandfather, you're an elder. How can I let you toast? I should be the one toasting you." Said Ling Chuxi as she quickly stood up.