The Last Gifter

The next was Wei Feng. She approached with graceful steps, performing a respectful bow. "This humble one wishes Elder Shen boundless blessings from the heavens."

"Aiya! Little Wei," Shen Tao's eyes twinkled with mirth. "Your parents have already shown such generosity. How can this old one accept more from the Wei family?"

Despite his words, his hands were already reaching forward expectantly, prompting several guests to hide their knowing smiles.

"Elder's kindness deserves every tribute," Wei Feng said as she presented an exquisitely crafted box, her movements refined and measured. When she opened it, a collective murmur of appreciation rippled through the gathering at the sight of a white jade pendant suspended on a crimson silk cord.

"Hetian jade?" Shen Tao's expert eyes lit up with recognition.

"Indeed, Elder. From Xinjiang's finest quarries," Wei Feng affirmed, her soft voice carrying clear authority. "See how Shou Xing dances among the immortal clouds?"