At this moment, in the open space beyond the second gate, it was nearing noon. Guests streamed in like a tide, and the banquet had already begun. Whether he appreciated these people or not, Su Ziji wore the air of one who honored worthy men and treated inferiors with humble warmth.
Everyone was putting on an act, but the outcome was fairly good. Those who had harbored all sorts of worries relaxed and were quite satisfied.
Everyone in officialdom was an award-winning actor. One wave of guests had already begun passing cups around. Even those not partaking in the feast were drinking tea, smoking, cracking melon seeds, sampling fruit and pastries, chatting and laughing. No matter what grudges they bore in private, at this moment they all looked as though they were enjoying themselves in perfect harmony.
"True Person, shall we begin?"
The eight men had taken their positions and finished gathering their strength. Han Jun was not among the Eight Daoists Asking the Immortals and was instead free to move about. Seeing that most people in the grounds had either left or entered the awnings, with voices humming all around amid smoking, tea-drinking, and laughter, clouds of smoke curling through the air, he felt some distaste. But there were few idle bystanders left outside now; if they did not act soon, it would become conspicuous. He lowered his voice and asked.
Liu Zhan merely nodded, his wooden clogs tapping as he pondered. Then he suddenly asked, "Just now, did you sense any change? It seemed someone had cultivated our sect's direct lineage heart method to the point of entering the hall."
Seeing Han Jun's blank expression, Liu Zhan felt he might be overthinking it. That faint ripple just now truly had felt like the direct lineage heart method of