The banquet had yet to begin, but people had already dragged the Town Chief over and made him drink several cups of wine. He was getting unsteady on his feet.
Looking at the crowd in the courtyard, he turned to a servant beside him in confusion. "Aren't there several tables outside too? Why has everyone crowded into the courtyard?"
The servant was just about to answer when the Town Chief continued, "Never mind, never mind. The more people, the merrier! Hahaha!"
The Master looked at the Town Chief curiously. "Town Chief, why are you so happy?"
He was only taking a concubine. Was that really worth getting so excited about?
"That's what you don't understand." The Town Chief drank another cup of wine, looking rather pleased with himself. "That little beauty really is a looker. And... my father-in-law said he'll get me promoted after today. He's almost finished developing his Longevity Art, too."
He had drunk quite a bit and was losing control of his tongue. The Master asked, "Longevity Art?"
"That's right." The Town Chief smiled. "Why do you think I invited so many people? There's no such thing as a free meal. This is just their last supper."
The Master recoiled in fright, backing away as though the Town Chief were the king of hell himself.
The Town Chief turned his head, his face hidden in shadow, his expression unreadable. He pressed his index finger to his lips. "Shh. You know what will happen if you tell anyone."
The Master nodded, trembling. He still looked terrified and could barely stay on his feet, only managing to remain upright by leaning against the wall.
The Town Chief turned and went to toast another table, completely unaware that a third person had overheard their conversation.
His wife stared wide-eyed. She