On the Celestial Capital Peak, the entire mountain was adorned with a festive scarlet silk.
The plaza on the main peak was covered in red lanterns, hanging from a temporarily constructed high platform.
Today was the 180th birthday of Elder Huang Feng, and clan leaders or elders of families large and small from the Thousand Peaks Mountain Range came with gifts to offer their congratulations.
Everyone knew that this Huang Monster held grudges fiercely; he might forget who attended, but he would surely settle scores with those who didn't.
To the left of the high platform was the registration area, where a young man in a purple robe leisurely recorded the list of gifts. He was Yan Yu, now the most favored disciple of Elder Huang Feng, known as Chief Yan.
The previous Chief Hua had spoken of things he shouldn't have, and long turned into bones, with no one knowing where they were buried.
He tapped the tip of his pen lightly, his voice sharp as he read aloud:
