"What are you all doing?"
"Having a feast?"
After Chen Changan and Mu Yunyao walked over, they found more than thirty people gathered there.
It looked like these people weren't all from the same place, yet they were gathered together, eating and drinking as if they knew one another well.
When they saw Chen Changan and Mu Yunyao arrive, they didn't react much. They simply glanced at the two of them.
"Would you like to join us?" one of them asked with a smile.
"That's really too kind of you."
He said that, but his body was honest: he sat right down.
"It does feel a little awkward to eat and drink for free."
"I've got some wine here. I'll bring it out for everyone to share."
Chen Changan took out two jars of wine. Everyone smiled, but no one refused.
"By the way, I'm really curious. The lot of you gathered here just to eat and drink?"
"The scenery's nice, sure, but it's a long way to come. Doesn't seem worth the trip," Chen Changan asked curiously.
"Ah, young brother, there's something you don't know."
"We're here waiting for someone."
Waiting for someone?
"Oh? Who are you waiting for?"
"Some big shot?" Chen Changan asked curiously.
A big shot?
"Of course. And not just any big shot—an extraordinary one."
"Do you know of the Lord of the True Realm?"
Oh, no!
Had he somehow wound up as the subject of his own gossip?
"I've heard of him, but didn't he disappear? You're waiting for him?" Chen Changan asked, feigning curiosity.
"Of course not. We're waiting for his son, the Imperial Pavilion Young Master, Chen Changan."
"We never knew the Imperial Pavilion had a young master, but he's certainly lived up to the Lord of the True Realm's name."
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