A Moment of Fantasy Qian Residence, study.
Qian Boyong stood by the window, gazing outside, lost in thought.
"Boyong! Boyong!"
A young man about his age, dressed in luxurious robes, burst in so frantically that he had forgotten to knock.
Qian Boyong frowned slightly. "Brother Zhang, what has you so flustered?"
The visitor was Zhang Heng, young master of the Zhang Family, another of the city's great households.
Zhang Heng rushed up to him in a few strides, lowered his voice, his face unable to conceal his excitement.
"A heaven-sent opportunity!"
"Oh?"
"Jeweled Temple! Someone from Jeweled Temple has arrived!"
Zhang Heng was so excited that his words tumbled over one another. "Not some ordinary monk—a true great figure!"
"Who?"
Zhang Heng drew a deep breath and said, word by word, "The head of the Discipline Hall—Master Wangchen!"
"..."
Qian Boyong's pupils contracted slightly.
Wangchen!
Such a Gao monk was usually as elusive as a divine dragon, showing only his head and never his tail. Why had he suddenly come to Liangzhou Prefecture?
Seeing his reaction, Zhang Heng grew even more pleased with himself, as though he alone possessed this news.
"I just heard it from my father—there's no doubt about it! The Liu Family, the Sun Family, and our Zhang Family have already gathered together to discuss jointly hosting a welcoming banquet!"
"Tomorrow night at Fortune Pavilion. The invitations have already been delivered, and Master Wangchen's side... has accepted!"
Qian Boyong's heart gave a violent leap.
For those old foxes, who usually held Gao above everyone else, to make such a grand fuss and join hands to arrange it—the weight of this matter was plain to see.
Zhang Heng leaned closer and nudged him with an elbow. "Boyong, your family has always revered Buddha. For an event like this,