Holy crap, Sun Michen's smile when he faced Little Aunt was seriously sleazy...
Ren Ye grumbled inwardly, vaguely sensing that Fatty Sun's attitude toward Little Aunt was anything but ordinary.
"Sit, both of you."
Beaming, Sun Michen welcomed the aunt and nephew, took his seat first, and called out, "Old Yu, bring over those jars of fine wine I sealed away earlier."
"Coming, coming, Master."
After bustling about, the servants withdrew, leaving only the Sun father and daughter and the Huang aunt and nephew in the Inner Hall.
With a restrained smile, Sun Michen turned toward Little Aunt. "Since the Former Master Era ended, our two families haven't visited each other as often as before. But the scenes of us fighting shoulder to shoulder, shedding blood together, remain vivid to this day. That friendship... will be passed down forever, and our descendants should remember it. With descendants of both families gathered here today, we truly have something to celebrate. I propose we raise our cups together, to the ancestors in the Divine Tomb, and to the former masters who ushered in the eras of the past."
His words contained quite a bit of information, but Ren Ye found them thoroughly baffling. He didn't know what a former lord was, much less what ties the Sun and Huang families had shared. Yet he couldn't ask outright on an occasion like this, and even if he did, he probably wouldn't receive a useful answer. This concerned the task the Heavenly Dao had set him of finding his "identity." He could only analyze and judge from scattered scraps of information.
At the table, Little Aunt's expression remained unchanged as she listened. "The past is the past. Today, I merely thank Clan leader Sun for inviting us and giving my nephew and me a