The luncheon was held in the side hall, with no outsiders present—only Sword Douluo, Bone Douluo, Ning Fengzhi, Ning Rongrong, Xiao Yun, and the others.
There were quite a few dishes, and each had been prepared with great care. Halfway through the meal, someone suddenly entered.
As the luncheon was halfway over, a hurried set of footsteps suddenly sounded outside the hall. The door was pushed open immediately afterward.
Ning Fengzhi frowned slightly and looked up, about to speak. However, his expression softened when he saw who had arrived.
A tall, upright young man entered. He wore a fitted dark gray outfit, and his features bore some resemblance to Ning Fengzhi's. He appeared to be around thirty, and his steps carried a steady strength.
A young woman followed behind him. She was tall and wore a neat, deep-purple fitted outfit, with a longsword hanging at her waist. Her features were bright and beautiful, while her brows carried a heroic air.
"Yuntian, Hanxiang, why have you come back?"
Ning Fengzhi's tone relaxed somewhat. He then turned to introduce them to Xiao Yun. "Young Master Xiao, this is my son, Ning Yuntian, and this is my daughter-in-law, Liu Hanxiang."
Ning Yuntian led Liu Hanxiang before Xiao Yun. The two cupped their hands and bowed at the same time, treating him with the courtesy due from juniors.
Ning Rongrong put down her chopsticks and went around from the side, calling out, "Brother, Sister-in-law!"
Her voice was filled with obvious delight.
Ning Yuntian turned to glance at his younger sister. The corner of his mouth curved slightly, but he said nothing more.
Xiao Yun carefully examined the pair several times.
Ning Yuntian had inherited Ning Fengzhi's handsome features. His brow ridge was somewhat high, his jawline well-defined, and his gaze calm and steady. Dressed