Seeing that even such a huge mishap had left these illustrious gentlemen dumb as wooden chickens and brought the biggest investor to tears on the spot, Liu Acheng knew that today's affair should be in the bag.
He could think of only two possible problems now. One was a natural disaster: a tornado might suddenly sweep the place away. But if that really happened, it would simply mean Great Jin's fortunes were too poor to bear everyone's blessings, and had nothing to do with him. The other was a man-made disaster: Master Du Ming might suddenly lose his mind and rush up to call all the Daoists away... That called for two lines of preparation: find someone to stop Master Du Ming, and keep performing even if the Daoists left.
Besides, judging by how Master Du Ming had behaved in his heavenly hall, how his son had behaved, and how all the masters under him had behaved, did he really have the courage to summon these Daoists away in front of everyone?
Whatever. Today, Master Du Ming, I'm eating you alive.
With his worries completely laid to rest, Liu Acheng returned to his seat and began enjoying the concert with Xi Chao.
Of course, it could hardly count as a concert. No concert consisted of just three or four children's songs sung in chorus. The choral singing was only meant to awe these illustrious gentlemen and seize the initiative with an overwhelming opening. They still had to perform proper sacrificial rites and zhai jiao rituals... But that had nothing to do with Liu Acheng. It was entirely Lu Song's job.
One must not forget that Lu Asong was a genuine scion of a collateral branch of the Lu Clan of Fanyang, a legitimate heir to the northern Daoist tradition, not