No way around it, with five people at the table, three of whom were high-cultivation ice kings, it would be odd if things were lively.
Oh, that old dad shouldn't be counted, he simply didn't talk much, and after asking his three children a few questions, he fell silent.
To liven things up a bit, Xu Yuan suggested that the family drink a little.
Xu Yinhe hesitated slightly but, usually only drinking fine tea, he uncharacteristically agreed, while Uncle Feng Jiuxuan silently brought out a hundred-year Illusory Sword Brew from his Sumeru Ring.
The Illusory Sword Brew was so precious that even Xu Yuan had never tasted it before. It was said that long-term consumption could allow one to comprehend sword intent amidst its intoxicating effects.
After two glasses, Xu Yuan noticed a problem.
He was already feeling woozy, Xu Xinyao's face was flushed red, her eyes hazy, yet the three taciturn ones across from him continued to eat as if nothing was unusual.
