Qing Feng chimed in, "Indeed, Eighth Prince has narrowly escaped death. We no longer need to hold a banquet in Xunwang Heaven."
Chen Yi looked at her in astonishment. Was it the kind of banquet he was thinking of?
Xiao Lan asked on his behalf, "Sister Qingfeng, what's the banquet for?"
"It's a ritual to commemorate the deceased, a rule set by our senior brother."
Qing Feng said playfully, "It's said that Netherworld Road is too bleak and cold. The living should send them off with fine wine and good food."
Chen Yi almost spat out his drink.
Damn it, so 'holding a banquet' can also be interpreted this way, huh?
Xiao Lan nodded with a somewhat puzzled understanding, "Sister Qingfeng, if I die someday, I hope everyone will eat a bit more at the banquet."
"Of course, you're so thin, I'll definitely throw a three-day and three-night feast for you."
Ah Lang contributed, "Just get me more drinks."
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