Zhang Bancheng hurriedly smiled. "There's no rush, no rush at all. You've been busy traveling and haven't even had lunch. How could I ask you to get to work so soon, Mage? Please eat first and rest. There'll be time enough afterward!"
Since his host had said as much, Tang Changsheng was in no hurry. He nodded.
Ordinary farming families ate two meals a day, but for a wealthy household like this one, three meals were perfectly normal. Four or five were not uncommon, either.
He did not have to wait long. A lavish meal had already been prepared and was brought into a Flower Hall.
One side of the Flower Hall faced the river, with openwork walls and decorative windows. Outside stood tall trees with luxuriant branches and leaves.
Even in the height of summer, when the weather outside was sweltering, a cool breeze drifted through the hall. It was wonderfully comfortable. People with money certainly knew how to enjoy themselves...
The dishes here were lightly seasoned, with an emphasis on fresh river fare. They tasted excellent.
Tang Changsheng might have eaten any rough fare set before him when he lived in a poor, out-of-the-way place like Templefront Village.
But he was, after all, the Sect Leader of the General's Temple, with vast wealth at his disposal. In a technologically advanced world, what delicacy had he not tasted? For him to call these dishes excellent, they had to be of considerable quality.
Zhang Bancheng raised a cup of wine to toast Tang Changsheng. He had only just opened his mouth when a strange wind swept in, carrying stones and flying sand. In an instant, it ruined the entire table of food and wine...
Faintly, they could hear smug laughter in the wind. "Well, well, Zhang Bancheng! You actually invited