"Lion, Leopard, Eagle, and Falcon... Bone Tempering 'Experts'..."
Watching Zhang Shiyao, who looked as polite as a servant from his own Chai Market as he presented the invitation, Xuu Heng felt the veins on his forehead pop. He nearly ground his molars to dust.
'This invitation of yours...'
'I don't dare accept it!'
"The three of you, there's no need to attend the banquet."
"The 'Mountain Delicacies Feast' our three families have prepared today is right here. The spread is top-notch. If you're willing, we can add three more seats. How about we just make some friends?"
Xuu Heng stood by the curtained doorway.
He had just extended an arm in a welcoming gesture.
But Zhang Shiyao from the Tiger and Leopard Hall walked forward, his eyes sincere.
"As expected of the Young Master of the Chai Market, who handles things like black market medicinal ingredients, the trade of mountain delicacies, and Mountain Dao transactions. You certainly have the silver taels and the ability!"
