The long table banquet lasted for three days.
Whether you like watching the Spirit Network or not, you've all seen A Yao calming down Xing Yuan.
Suddenly, Song Siyao became the center of attention.
Some people call her the Sword Saint Si Yao.
She was taken aback for a moment.
"Sword Saint? Is he calling me?"
"Settling Xingyuan is a meritorious deed. With your current cultivation level and strength, it is only right to call you Sword Saint."
The number one swordsman today is none other than Song Siyao.
Upon hearing this, Song Siyao instinctively looked at her older sister and father.
She was even called the Sword Saint.
It does match the goddess title bestowed upon her.
"The Sword Saint is actually my sister! My father and I are so proud we don't know what to say."
Song Tingwan and her father exchanged a glance and smiled.
"A sword saint and a goddess, I, Song Chaoxuan, am truly blessed," the refined man said with a smile.
The two sisters looked at him and smiled deeply.
They are truly blessed to have a father like that who protects and cares for them.
"Alright, your whole family is blessed, isn't that enough?" The old clan chief, his face flushed from drinking, watched them with a smile.
The Yunyin clan members gathered around, especially the elders who were familiar with Song Chaoxuan.
They all started joking around.
Song Chaoxuan was also forced to drink quite a bit of wine.
Seeing her father's eyes gradually becoming glazed over, Song Siyao quietly asked her older sister.
How much alcohol does your father drink?
Song Tingwan glanced at her father's expression and shook her head. "Father used to only enjoy a little wine."
Normally, everyone respects the priest very much, so they would never force him to drink.
The two sisters looked at him with concern, while the old clan chief continued to drink the wine with a smile.
But Song Chaoxuan did not stop it.
Tonight, Father is likely to get drunk.
Song Siyao was worried, while Song Tingwan was curious about what her father would be like when he was drunk.
At Song Tingwan's smiling prompt, Shen Zhuochuan raised an eyebrow and raised his wine glass to toast Song Chaoxuan.
He only intended to give a token gesture.
But Song Chaoxuan pulled him down to sit.
"Drink it."
After finishing his drink, Song Chaoxuan glanced at him with drunken eyes and then bent down to refill their cups.
Shen Zhuochuan was taken aback, but he saw a hint of consideration in the refined man's drunken state.
Not content with just holding him, Song Chaoxuan beckoned over and called Wan Qiji, who was standing next to A Yao, over as well.
"Come have a drink with me, everyone."
Wan Qiji, feeling shy and at a loss, raised his cup and drank it all in one gulp.
Song Tingwan held the sweet wine and drank it with a smile.
Song Siyao frowned and glanced at the three of them. "I think they're going to get drunk."
"Since we have nothing else to do, let them be."
Song Tingwan smiled and lowered her eyes, watching her father and the others drink while Baili Xijiang and Qin Xi, who were resisting the urge to drink, wandered aimlessly in the crowd.
The palace lanterns shone with warm light.
She smiled, then suddenly spoke: "You and Aji..."
Song Siyao raised her eyebrows in surprise, then calmly poured wine for her older sister.
What happened between him and me?
Amidst the hustle and bustle of the lights, Song Tingwan's gaze softened.
"Do you want to have another match with him before we leave?"
Song Siyao paused slightly. The person who always listened attentively to her elder sister's words, looking intently into her eyes, lowered her head slightly this time, gazing at the full moon reflected in her cup.
His tone was indifferent: "Mm."
"Let us see during our sparring sessions that every chance for enlightenment before ascension brings more power," Song Tingwan said with a smile as she watched her sister unconsciously rubbing her wine glass.
"…good."
Is that all?
Song Siyao's slightly tense heart relaxed again.
But he glanced at her without making a sound.
She thought her older sister would ask…
"On one side, there's drinking; on the other, there's fooling around. What would we do without you two sisters?"
Song Tingwan seemed a little drunk, squinting her eyes and resting her chin on her hand as she faced the cool night breeze.
When she lowers her eyes and smiles gently, her gaze flows like a mountain stream, and even the stray strands of hair at her temples carry a touch of tenderness.
If only life could continue to be this peaceful and happy from now on.
Song Siyao followed her gaze and suddenly felt a pang of surprise.
He looked down at the wine jug beside him.
It's not sweet wine at all.
It was clearly the strong liquor that my father and the old clan chief had been drinking.
"Sister, I poured you the wrong wine."
Song Tingwan turned around, her voice gentle and indulgent: "I know."
So what if it's strong liquor?
Seeing the world while drunk reveals a completely different kind of beauty.
The wind is beautiful, and the moon is beautiful.
"Sister, have you ever regretted it?"
Song Siyao remained calm, poured himself a glass of strong liquor, and asked her in a low voice.
The drunken woman leaned against the long table, a shawl draped over her arm, looking utterly bewildered: "Regret what?"
"Shoulder the responsibility of saving the world and protect me as I ascend."
She would occasionally see her older sister's smiling face and feel sorry for her.
They all knew that their older sister carried a lot of responsibility in her heart.
They've never stopped along the way.
Even his recent travels were motivated by the desire to resurrect his father.
"How could that be?" Song Tingwan leaned on the table, reached out, and pinched her younger sister's hard cheek.
His eyes were full of doting affection.
Aren't you tired?
Song Siyao turned her head away to avoid her hand.
He tilted his head back, downed the pungent liquor in one gulp, his eyes as cold and clear as moonlight, looking at her with a hidden deep heartache.
Song Tingwan laughed, reached out and lifted her chin, then leaned against her sister, supporting herself on the table.
"Are you tired of protecting my sister?" she asked softly, the scent of pine branches wafting from her body.
Song Siyao shook his head, worried that she would fall, and half-embraced her drunk older sister.
Song Tingwan grabbed her arm to support herself, and the two sisters looked at each other.
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