The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a dim, yellow glow on the distant clouds.
An endless stream of carriages and horses flowed in and out of the Xiao Mansion, carrying a multitude of guests.
Guests periodically made their way to the Old Marquis's Qingjing Residence to pay their respects.
They came in one wave after another.
The Old Marquis, of course, did not object. Despite his frailty, he pushed himself to exchange a few words with each guest.
He offered words of encouragement, inquired about their current situations, and shared a few laughs, feeling a sense of gratification in his old age.
These were all connections the Xiao Family had cultivated over the past two hundred years. He was using his birthday banquet as an opportunity to gather them while he was still alive.
Firstly, it allowed them to reacquaint themselves with the family and meet the next generation of leaders: Xiao Wan'er, Xiao Jinghong, and Xiao Wuge.
