"All right, bring the food." Tai'Ren declared, clearing his throat.
Even though eating was basically useless for someone like him, he still enjoyed the taste of meat and alcohol.
As soon as his voice echoed, a dozen servants entered the large dining hall, bringing with them a myriad of spirit beast meats, as well as rice, plenty of liquor and other accompaniments common among cat people.
The servants served everyone, but no one began to eat, waiting for permission from Tai'Ren, who stood up.
"Since my grandfather, the eyeless tyrant, died thirty thousand years ago, we've started to get back on our feet.
We still have a long way to go, but with a young man as talented as Long Qingyi, I'm sure this path will be much shorter.
This toast is to my new son-in-law."
The moment Tai'Ren raised his goblet full of liquor, everyone followed soon after.
All except two people.
Lioran and his father.
