The cold snow falls gently.
The fish in the lake are unaware of the cold, the frogs and creatures croak on the lotus leaves, and swans spread their wings in the depths of the lake.
As the feast has just begun, everyone maintains their etiquette and demeanor. During conversations, they compliment each other, creating a joyful atmosphere.
Facing him, Peng Lianyun, although displeased with Li Xian, does not cause trouble and chats about interesting stories with other guests.
After a short moment.
Seventy-five graceful women row boats over, bringing the second course. The leading woman is exceptionally beautiful, dressed in colorful skirts, with ribbons fluttering, delivering the dish especially for the first-place young lord.
She walks elegantly to the seventh floor. The other women follow closely, well-trained. Soon, the second course is placed before Li Xian.
The exquisite dish surpasses the previous one. It is shaped like a dragon, lively and realistic, with golden scales.
