A month later.
Just as Ling Wuyuan had said before.
For his own hundredth birthday, Ling Wuyuan did not do anything overly flamboyant. He merely held a family banquet.
The only outsiders who received invitations were Su Qingyue and the others, all members of the Snow Moon Cloud Heaven Pavilion who had relatively close relationships with Ling Wuyuan and his group.
There was no one else besides them.
Thus, there were only a few dozen people at the event in total.
It could not be considered a grand affair at all.
In fact.
For convenience's sake, Ling Wuyuan simply chose to settle everything with a single table.
It was a format similar to a buffet.
All the dishes were laid out on it, and each diner could take whatever they liked.
At this moment.
With the family banquet about to begin, Ling Wuyuan had temporarily set aside all other matters.
Even the situation over at the Black Omen Battlefield.
He could not be bothered to scheme over or think about it anymore, choosing to let Void Mist Sea do as it pleased.
After all.
Having been busy for a while.
Today.
He had decided to give himself a break.
To let his mind relax a little.
For example, by having a good meal and chatting with the people he liked for a while.
How should he put it—
Although this way of relieving stress was a little too simple and unadorned, and did not quite suit Ling Wuyuan's current status, truthfully, he felt it was rather nice.
After all, Ling Wuyuan had no need for the flattery or blessings of outsiders.
And for this family banquet.
As far as he knew.
Pei Yiman and the others had spent a long time simply researching the menu and recipes.
For instance, they