Many of the guests were obscure figures or men of dubious reputation, yet whenever they approached Yue Buqun, he chatted and laughed with them just the same, never putting on airs as the lofty leader of the Mount Hua Sect.
Before long, the banquet tables were all laid out.
"Senior brother, I just counted more than two hundred tables. Who would have thought our Uncle Liu Zhengfeng was so lavish?"
Shi Yongheng picked up a piece of meat from the table and popped it into his mouth before replying to Yue Lingshan.
"Over the years, Uncle Liu Zhengfeng has become more than just an expert of the Hengshan Sect. He's also a prominent gentleman in the city of Mount Heng. He inevitably has dealings with the authorities, and his ways of amassing wealth are beyond anything you could imagine.
"As far as the imperial court is concerned, today is a joyous occasion for him. It wouldn't be surprising if local officials came by later to congratulate him."
"Senior brother, you're just making things up! Uncle Liu Zhengfeng is washing his hands in a golden basin today, putting away his sword and retiring. That's a matter for the martial world. What does it have to do with the imperial court?"
Seeing Yue Lingshan's playful expression, Shi Yongheng smiled and shook his head.
Just then, Liu Zhengfeng hurried out from the inner hall in a brand-new robe of dressed silk, and the assembled heroes greeted him with cheerful congratulations.
Liu Zhengfeng briefly cupped his hands in greeting, then went outside. A little while later, he returned, respectfully escorting an official dressed in formal robes.
The official strode proudly inside, took his place in the center, and surveyed the martial artists around him.
A bailiff behind him went down on his right knee