Among the taverns of the Eastern Capital, the finest could host over a thousand drinkers at once.
White Jade Tower was just such a proper establishment. It stood three stories high, divided into five buildings, with flying bridges linking the towers. Pearl curtains and colored lanterns hung everywhere. Night had only just fallen, yet the lanterns already blazed, splendor blooming in every direction and making people reluctant to leave.
Qiu Yan had once met Ji Zheng here. She was a descendant of the Supreme Sage's former teacher. Tang Yi had once subjected her to Soul Seizing, trapping her within the Hundred Beauties Portrait, from which Qiu Yan had saved her. Thus Karma had been forged between them, followed by several more encounters.
Yet when Qiu Yan had come here in those days, he had merely been answering another's invitation, and few had paid him any heed. Today, however, the moment he decided to hold a banquet here, it was like one stone raising a thousand waves. Three days ago, as soon as word leaked out, White Jade Tower's owner had immediately come forward and made a promise.
As for the officials and nobles of the city, every last one of them was stirred. All wanted to attend the banquet.
But the true focus of this feast was clearly someone else—
"Strategist, in your view, is this banquet laid by the Marquis of Pacifying the Realm of Great Rui a Hongmen Banquet? Does he mean to lure me into the jar?" Standing before White Jade Tower, Fan Xi the Mohist and the many Mohist School disciples behind him all wore grave expressions, complex emotions flickering in their eyes.
At Fan Xi's side stood Fan Yuan.
Seven days had passed since Fan Yuan's consciousness had been drawn into the Literary Web by