As night fell, the lunar star was particularly unusual tonight. It was no longer the usual bright and clear, but a vivid blood-red, dyeing the clouds crimson, as if foretelling something ominous.

Meanwhile, the Ouyang family remained oblivious, their residence bustling with activity. The direct lineage was divided into 14 branches, nearly all present, with even more from the collateral lines. The sound of music filled the air, accompanied by laughter and chatter. The banquet was ready, with thousands gathered under one roof. The younger generation of the family sat together, chatting about various topics.

"Thirteenth Brother, I heard you recently visited the capital of the Southern Region. Did you meet the Taisu Holy Son?" asked one of the young men.

The young man in a golden robe, waving a folding fan, smiled warmly. "Of course, I met him."