The Little Mirage Dragon wound its way upward, coiling around Liang Qu's back and resting its chin on his shoulder, its vertical pupils fixed on the young man in white.
Liang Qu gave him a few looks, swiftly searching through his memories.
No impression at all.
One did not strike a smiling face. Liang Qu cupped his hands in greeting. "Though Liang has been in the capital for half a month, I have been occupied with many matters and have had no leisure to meet the heroes of the realm. Might I ask this brother's honored surname? Have we met before?"
"Of course not. Yet as the saying goes, 'Peerless martial skill shines before and after, its glory fit to be sung through ten thousand ages in the annals.' Young Master Liang's name is known throughout the age; wherever you go, your reputation precedes you. How could this humble one fail to recognize you?
"As for my name, Sky Vessel Tower in the Imperial Capital has two chief stewards. One oversees internal affairs, keeping the Merchant Guild in order from top to bottom; the other handles external affairs, gathering rare treasures from across the world.
"My father is Lu Zhaowu, the external chief steward. I am his third son, with the single given name Jia—the Jia from merchant, though pronounced differently."
"So it is Young Master Lu Jia."
Liang Qu was secretly surprised.
The Celestial Ship Merchant Guild was spread throughout Da Shun. Whether a region was poor or wealthy, every prefecture and province had one.
When he had previously visited Ran Zhongshi's home, Ran's father had made it clear while presenting the token that the Guild had royal backing. Many rare treasures were even transferred directly from the imperial treasury. Everyone of standing in the entire capital knew of