Ye Ling's manor was filled with laughter and toasts, the calls for wine were spirited and loud.
It was not just Ye Ling and the younger generation; Ning Guoqiang, Mo Zidao, and even Yang Ming, who had rushed over from the southwest, were reveling to their hearts' content.
"Ye Ling, hurry up, there are guests arriving," Shenfeng rushed over to Ye Ling's side and patted his shoulder as he spoke.
Ye Ling was in the midst of drinking and frowned, "What guests? We're already halfway through, why have they only just arrived? Such lack of sincerity, I won't meet them!"
"I'll be damned, you've got some nerve. You would refuse to see them without knowing who they are, but they are specifically sent to congratulate you by those two seniors!"
