December 23, Year 5510 of the Yuangguang Calendar.
Linghua Island.
The mountain was bustling today.
Some fourth-generation disciples, such as Xu Feiyu, had stayed on the mountain for a few days before, while others had never visited Linghua Island. Naturally, they felt somewhat reserved upon arriving at Linghua Mountain.
Zheng Ji and Zheng Tong had rarely returned over the past few years, but they were delighted to find their rooms swept spotless!
Zhao Yi, Liu Yu, and Wu Xiuzhu were busy preparing the feast, while Wang Qing and Li Hai flew around the mountain with the fourth-generation disciples, drawing startled cries and easing some of their unfamiliarity.
Wang Ping carried the wine, and Zheng Ji and Zheng Tong arranged the tables, chairs, bowls, and chopsticks. Their senior martial uncle watched everyone bustle about, laughing heartily, though a trace of longing lingered in his eyes. Presumably, he was thinking of his master and junior martial brother again!
"Off you go!"
With a shout, Zhao Yi used his magical power to carry dozens of exquisite dishes of spirit cuisine outside.
"Wow!"
"It smells so good!"
Xu Feiyu and the other fourth-generation disciples exclaimed, and some of the greedy ones were already drooling!
"Eldest Senior Brother, excellent cooking! You could make a living off this!"
Wang Qing offered his sincere praise, and Li Hai nodded in agreement beside him.
"Haha! Don't get smug. I'll drink you under the table later!"
Everyone took their seats. Liu Yu wanted Zhao Yi to say a few words, but Zhao Yi waved a hand. Looking warmly at the children staring eagerly at the spirit cuisine beside them, he said, "No need for speeches. Dig in!"
The children at the other table began attacking the spirit cuisine. Ordinarily, they had only Origin-Nourishing Soup and spirit rice each day.