Fantasy Hour

Qian Residence, study.

Qian Boyong stood by the window, gazing outside, lost in thought.

"Boyong! Boyong!"

A young man about his age, dressed in splendid robes, forgot even to knock before bursting in in a frantic rush.

Qian Boyong frowned slightly. "Brother Zhang, what has you so alarmed?"

The visitor was Zhang Heng, the young master of the Zhang Family, another major household in the city.

Zhang Heng hurried to his side, lowered his voice, and could barely conceal the excitement on his face.

"A heaven-sent opportunity!"

"Oh?"

"Baosha Temple! People from Baosha Temple have arrived!"

Zhang Heng was so excited that his words tumbled over one another. "Not ordinary monks—a true great figure!"

"Who?"

Zhang Heng took a deep breath and enunciated each word. "Master Wangchen, head of the Discipline Hall!"

"..."

Qian Boyong's pupils contracted slightly.

Wangchen!

Such an eminent Gao monk was usually like a divine dragon whose head could be seen but whose tail could not. Why had he suddenly come to Liangzhou Prefecture?

Seeing his reaction, Zhang Heng grew even smugger, as though he alone possessed this news.

"I just heard it from my father. It's absolutely true! The Liu Family, Sun Family, and our Zhang Family have already gathered to discuss jointly hosting a welcoming banquet!"

"Tomorrow night at Fortune Tower. The invitations have already been delivered, and the master's side... has accepted!"

Qian Boyong's heart gave a violent leap.

For those old foxes, normally so Gao and mighty, to make such a grand affair of it and join hands in arranging it, the matter clearly carried tremendous weight.

Zhang Heng leaned closer and nudged him with an elbow. "Boyong, your family has always worshipped Buddha. For such a grand occasion, the Qian Family cannot fall behind."

Qian Boyong said nothing, merely looked at