Although the celebratory banquet was booked at a hotel, it was customary for relatives to gather at Zhao Rui's home first. They would wait until it was nearly time for the meal before heading to the hotel together.
Xue Wenhui had prepared several platters of fruit early in the morning, arranging them neatly on the coffee table.
The entire house had been cleaned from top to bottom, more thoroughly than the big spring cleaning before the New Year.
A little after eight o'clock, the relatives from Zhao Rui's maternal grandmother's side arrived almost all at once. His uncle's family, his aunt's family—even his maternal grandparents, who lived back in their hometown, had come along.
Everyone on his grandmother's side was an ordinary person; none of them had any talent for the Martial Dao. His uncles and aunts came from average backgrounds and were mostly office workers.
