The group was drawn by the sound and turned to look outside in unison.
Lu Ziyin lightly snapped his fingers.
The curtains covering the windows automatically parted to either side.
At once, fireworks of every color blossomed in the sky—red like fire, pink like rosy clouds, purple like a dream...
They intertwined and collided in the air, their dazzling radiance like beams of hope.
Piercing the darkness, they illuminated all of Shu Mountain.
Lu Ziyin smiled faintly.
Ling Xuanxiao: ...
Damn it!!
You big idiot, Ziyin!
What are you doing!?
Is this our last new year?
I was already a mess of tangled emotions, unable to eat or sleep.
After pulling something like this, how am I supposed to sleep?
Don't raise a flag like that.
Ling Xuanxiao now felt the eerie calm before a great battle.
It was like in an anime, when the companions of justice laughed loudly together on their final night.
At the time, none of them would have expected that this was the last time they would gather together.
Ling Xuanxiao's mouth twitched slightly. He even felt like slapping Lu Ziyin across the face.
"Let's eat dumplings together," Lu Ziyin said again.
Ling Xuanxiao swore that these were the most miserable dumplings he had ever eaten in his life.
"Oh, right, Xuanxiao. Later, take some dumplings to Old Seventh, who's locked up at Confinement Cliff," Lu Ziyin said.
Lu Ziyin had not been Shu Mountain's Peak Master for long, so naturally, he had to show that he intended to win over the disciples.
Ling Xuanxiao nodded and agreed.
At the long dining table.
Sixth Senior Sister Yun Ran held a child in her arms.
Lin Wanqing and Feng Liuli also gathered around the child, their eyes brimming with tender affection.
Second Senior Brother Pei Qi