Chen Ping'an did not step over the threshold into Sword Scolding Hall. After all, it was where Ziyang Mansion's Patriarch Hall stood. Turning around, he said with a smile, "Let's go take a look around the kitchens."
Among the patriarch portraits inside, the one in the center depicted Wu Yi in a Daoist robe and cloud-treading shoes. Portraits of the mansion's successive Mansion Lords were arranged in rows to either side.
And tomorrow, in the Patriarch Hall of Qingping Sword Sect on Xiandu Mountain, a portrait of Chen Ping'an would also be hung in the central position.
As Qing Tong moved away, she turned her head and glanced at the plaque. Sword Scolding Hall?
In books, military generals and wandering heroes often had scenes like, "He pressed a hand to his sword and shouted," followed by this or that.
But Ziyang Mansion was a sect without even a single sword cultivator, and it still had the nerve to use a hall name like that? Wasn't that a case of virtue failing to match one's position?
Still, it was clear that Wu Yi, whose Daoist name was Dongling, seemed to have inherited part of the water fortune left behind by that ten thousand year old Flood Dragon. The rest had likely been given by Headmaster Cheng of Great Fu Academy to the Cold Food River Water God.
Ziyang Mansion's New Year's Eve feast was held in Xue Mang Hall, which had always been reserved for hosting honored guests.
After all, few sizable mountain mansions seriously celebrated New Year's Eve dinner.
Genealogical Cultivators were either traveling abroad, cultivating in seclusion, or attending one ceremony or celebration after another.
Near Xue Mang Hall stood a long row of kitchens, separated into rooms for mountain delicacies and seafood, wine and fruit, and so on.