Qin Luo smiled and nodded, "Of course."

The Hermit of Floating Clouds chuckled and joked, "If you can't find a Daoist partner, it just means you have too high standards."

Qin Luo smiled and shook his head.

"It seems you have someone you love."

Qin Luo didn't answer, but said with a smile, "Senior, please take your seats first, and we'll have a couple of drinks later."

"OK."

The Hermit of Floating Clouds nodded with a smile.

Qin Luo and the others sat down next to Zhang Fulong, while Chu Peiran led Zhao Qing'er back to the bridal chamber.

The banquet begins.

Zhang Fulong was the first to pick up his chopsticks, saying, "You all eat more; your master has given you a hundred taels of silver."

Alright!

The little dumpling giggled sweetly.

Qin Luo smiled. He recalled an event from many years ago when Zhao Qing'er came to Longhu Temple and spent one hundred taels of silver to buy an amulet to ward off evil. He never expected that the one hundred taels of silver would return to her in this way.

The daily expenses of Jinghu Academy are mainly covered by Longhu Temple. Zhang Fulong has saved up this money for many years, most of which is donations from the surrounding people. He was reluctant to use it and ended up using it for the children in Ziyun Mountain Range.

Chu Peiran and Zhao Qing'er changed into festive clothes and came out to offer toasts. The banquet was lively and filled with laughter. Everyone was saying their blessings. Xiao Tuanzi and Lin Jia'er reached out for red envelopes, and Zhao Qing'er gave them two big red envelopes.

...

late at night.

The wedding banquet has ended.

Qin Luo and the others returned to Longhu Temple.

Little Dumpling brought the packed food to Golden Horn and shouted, "Little Blackie, come and have some midnight snack!"

The little black cat lay lazily on the courtyard wall, motionless. The little dumpling thought it was asleep.

Qin Luo returned to his room to rest. Although he wasn't physically tired after a busy day, he felt mentally exhausted. He looked at the message Hua Ying had written on the wall, smiled slightly, and then lay down on the bed, listening to the melting snow. He didn't sleep a wink all night.