The Green Banquet is a banquet ceremony in which the Yan clan officially announces its new clan leader to the world!

This banquet has a long history among the Yan clan. Since the first clan chief of the Yan clan took office hundreds of years ago, it has always existed as a symbol to announce the change of power in the Yan clan to the world.

It is the most authoritative and convincing ceremony in the Yan clan lineage. It is announced by the previous clan chief and recorded in the clan history, remaining unchanged forever!

Of course, receiving an invitation from Qingyan is an incredible honor, but unfortunately, it's extremely difficult!

Looking at the magnificent scene before her, Gong Ning's face was filled with pride and joy.

An aged yet powerful voice resonated in my ears, solemn and dignified.

The entire hall fell silent, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the solemn and dignified old man on the stage.

"For several years I have been searching for my young son, but to no avail. Thanks to the great merits of the ancestors of the Yan clan, my son has returned this year, which brings me great comfort. Now I am old and my energy is not yet sufficient, so I hereby entrust the century-old foundation of the Yan clan to my son, Yan Jingzhou, who will succeed as the 909th clan head and become the head of our Yan clan!"

Because it was to be recorded in the clan's history, the inherited language of the Wenyan clan was still used.

This scene, this moment, was truly breathtaking; the hall was completely silent.

The gaze gradually shifted to the handsome man standing in front of the stage. He was tall and upright, with a refined and aloof demeanor, and his elegant and noble air was natural.

Yan Jingzhou's eyes grew even deeper, his thin lips pressed tightly together, but his face remained as calm as a still pond. His long, slender fingers with distinct bone structure took the clan scroll, the ring, and the seal.

The ceremony is complete!

The hall erupted in cheers and thunderous applause that resounded throughout the banquet hall for a long time!

Gong Ning was very close to him, so close that she was silently happy for him. The curve of her lips deepened, and her eyes seemed to contain a thousand stars, bright and dazzling!

Next comes one of the most representative parts of the Qingyan banquet—the dance.

The initial dance ceremony begins with the newly appointed clan chief's wife playing music while the clan chief performs a sword dance, symbolizing harmony and the establishment of a family and career.

Today, Qingyan has kept pace with the times, changing from playing the zither and dancing with swords to couples dancing together. There are no restrictions on the type of dance, as long as the meaning is conveyed.

The custom has persisted to this day, and although its form has changed, its underlying meaning still permeates the old rituals.

The entire audience fell silent, watching Yan Jingzhou's every move.

I heard that Young Master Yan is already engaged, but I haven't seen his fiancée anywhere.

Everyone's gaze involuntarily fell on the girl who had just entered, arm in arm with Yan Jingzhou.

She sat quietly in the chair in front, serene and graceful, very well-behaved.

Could it be her?

Those present at the wedding, who were signing the marriage agreement that day, remained silent, letting those unaware of the situation speculate.

Yet, a sense of superiority quietly arose within him, a feeling of pride and superiority stemming from the fact that his family was entitled to attend the highly private banquet of the Yan clan.

Gong Ning sat quietly in the middle chair in the front row, feeling a little strange about the unusual quietness of the scene.

Not knowing what was about to happen, they were about to look for Yan Jingzhou, who had disappeared from sight for several seconds.

Suddenly, everything went black again.

He was completely plunged into darkness.

Gong Ning blinked hard a few times, waiting for this strange phenomenon to pass.

Half a minute passed, then a minute, then two minutes, then three minutes.

Gong Ning saw nothing more; all she saw was complete darkness.

That familiar darkness from my memory.

She gripped the chair's armrests tightly with both hands, leaving several unsightly creases.

Panic surged through her heart like a tidal wave, and Gong Ning began to tremble involuntarily.

Suddenly, she felt a warm touch on her hand; someone had taken her hand.

Soft gasps of surprise rose and fell.