That evening, Meng Jizu's family from the eldest branch, Meng Zhao from the second branch, and Meng Hongdao's family from the third branch gathered once more for a family banquet.
However, compared to the somewhat simple noon meal, which had involved only family members, this banquet was held with great grandeur and extravagance.
Moreover, the attendees had expanded from the Meng Family's blood relatives to the entire upper echelon of the Meng Family, along with their families.
It was a gathering of the Meng Mansion's community of shared interests, one that would better unite the hearts of the entire faction.
Meng Zhao presented Meng Jizu and Meng Hongdao with gifts he had carefully prepared, once again winning their favor.
He also took the opportunity to meet quite a few members of the Meng Family's upper ranks. Some of them had been his father's sworn friends in life-and-death struggles during his youth, and now wielded considerable influence and authority within the Meng Family. They, too, bore him tremendous goodwill and expectations.
These were all hidden legacies belonging to the real Meng Zhao, now occupied by Meng Zhao like a magpie in a dove's nest.
Several days passed in the blink of an eye. Meng Zhao grew increasingly at home in the Meng Family. Meng Xi and Meng Wen, the two brothers who had once given him such a headache, became exceptionally well-behaved after Meng Jizu's return and no longer dared cause Meng Zhao trouble...
On the vast martial training ground, two figures were locked in combat. The air frequently boomed and trembled, while streams of air like waves of fire surged outward, forcing the spectators on both sides to retreat again and again. They kept wiping away the sweat that evaporated from their faces under the scorching heat.
Even so, they