"Brother Tang, Brother Ku told us you were hosting tonight. Everyone's here, so isn't it time to start the feast?" Money Fool asked, looking at Tang Wen with a broad smile.
This Money Fool was nothing like his name. He didn't look foolish at all, and Tang Wen had no idea how he had ended up with the nickname "Money Fool."
"That's right. The temple of my five viscera is about to rebel," Tian Haoyuan said with a laugh.
"Brother Ku, do you think we should have the food served?" Tang Wen looked at Ku Mutong for approval.
"He isn't here yet. Let's wait a little longer." Ku Mutong shook his head slightly.
"Who isn't here yet, Brother Ku?" Eighth Master Zhang Chuanqi raised an eyebrow and asked mildly.
After all, he had the highest cultivation of everyone present. As the guest of honor, he naturally had the standing to act arrogantly.
"Eighth Master, you'll find out in a moment." Ku Mutong smiled, keeping him in suspense.
"I'm hungry, hungry! Hurry up and serve the food!" Just then, a red shadow flashed, and the person who came in was actually Redbeard.
"Oh, Senior Redbeard! Forgive our lack of courtesy." The moment Zhang Chuanqi saw him, he hurriedly stood to greet him.
Most of the others didn't know Redbeard, but seeing even Zhang Chuanqi rise to welcome him with a smile, none of them dared remain seated. They hurriedly stood as well, forcing smiles onto their faces.
"Ku Mutong, you really are something! You invited Redbeard without telling us. We should have gone to the entrance to welcome him." Zhang Chuanqi turned around and began reproaching Ku Mutong.
"Didn't I say we should wait a little longer?" Ku Mutong said with a smile.
"But you didn't say it was Senior Redbeard,"