The New Year's Eve feast lasted a full two hours. Each table was served a total of eighty-eight dishes, with plates stacked over a foot high.
It was a good thing cultivators had large appetites, or else there would have been a lot of leftovers.
But to Xiao Chen's surprise, aside from the servants bustling back and forth with dishes, the only sound in the garden was that of people swallowing their food.
Despite there being several hundred people, not a single person was whispering. Everyone was focused on eating.
Still, from time to time, the crowd would cast curious glances at Xiao Chen.
It wasn't until the Chen Family's old master, seated in the very center, had eaten his fill and begun to wipe his mouth that everyone else immediately put down their chopsticks and picked up their silk napkins.
Then, as was tradition, the Chen Family's old master gave a short speech.
