"A Wen Tong Banquet?" Wang Linchi was somewhat puzzled, holding an invitation in his hand. It was quite strange.
"It's jointly organized by the city's prominent clans, Great Families, and wealthy gentry. Every year, Spirit Masters who obtain the Child's Title are invited to attend."
"There will be many experienced seniors there, so you could receive much valuable guidance if you attend," the house servant delivering the invitation said respectfully.
Wang Linchi checked the time on the invitation—it was for this very evening.
"Hmm, I understand. I'll arrive on time," Wang Linchi agreed, tucking the invitation away.
He wanted to see what kind of opportunity awaited him this time.
Otherwise, why would they send him a special invitation for no reason at all?
They had never been on the same path, so there was no need for this.
If a peasant got mixed up with a Great Family, no one would be comfortable.
The house servant, having received a response, naturally left.
