It was the twenty-ninth day of the twelfth lunar month. With the New Year approaching, a cheerful atmosphere filled the entire Sword-Forging Manor.
Even though they had faced the threat of the Shadow Fiend and their mining district had been attacked, the coal and iron mines still had not reopened, and work had been suspended for a long time.
But given the Sword-Forging Manor's resources, this was instead a chance for them to enjoy a good rest!
The court's compensation had also made up for their losses during this period.
The Sword-Forging Manor itself had suffered few casualties, and the festivities could help dispel their earlier worries.
It was the New Year. Everything else could wait.
Watching the lanterns and decorations throughout the manor, with some disciples choosing to return home and others staying behind, Lin Hao sat on a roof, basking in the winter sun, an indescribable look in his eyes.
The last time he had celebrated the New Year at home, he had found everything rather tiresome and troublesome. His family had kept urging him to go on blind dates, his younger sister had gleefully fanned the flames, and the Spring Festival Gala had played on the television without anyone watching. That once-ordinary atmosphere now seemed like an unattainable luxury...
"I've managed to get a foothold. I hope you're all safe and sound too..."
Lin Hao raised a small wine flask toward the sun, then took a drink of the fine wine brewed at the Sword-Forging Manor.
Ugh, it's too strong. Tastes awful...
How does anyone like drinking this stuff...?
"Haha, young Lin, why are you always sitting on the roof? Come down! We've made you a few new outfits. Come take a look."
The Third Manor Lord, with his brown bear-like build, came over and called up