"All right." Tang Yuehua set the comb down on the dressing table and looked at the carefully dressed Tang San through the mirror. "Birthday boy, it's your turn to make an appearance. Don't keep the guests waiting too long."
Before the dressing table, Tang San looked at his radiant reflection in the mirror and smiled confidently.
"That's right. The guests have waited long enough. It's time for the grand finale to begin!"
Inside the banquet hall.
The nobles and dignitaries sat with those they knew, quietly conversing among themselves.
Until, at a certain moment, the sound of footsteps approached.
"Welcome, honored guests, to Tang's birthday celebration. Your presence brings great honor to the Tang Sect."
Before the man appeared, his voice had already arrived.
Everyone present turned their gazes toward the entrance of the banquet hall, eager to see the rumored Tang Sect Master for themselves.
A nine-year-old boy led the group of five. He wore a festive crimson robe, while his long black hair was tied behind his head with a red ribbon.
To his left stood Tang Yuehua, mistress of Moonlight Pavilion, and Tai Tan, chief of the Strength Clan. To his right stood the Divine Craftsman Lou Gao and Bai He, chief of the Speed Clan.
Tang San's appearance immediately sparked a round of whispered discussion among the nobles present.
"So this is Madam Yue's nephew? He carries himself well, though his looks are rather ordinary."
"His looks don't matter much. In a marriage alliance, status and power are what matter most."
"Marquis Ye, if I recall correctly, you have a daughter of exceptional beauty who has yet to find a match. What do you think of the Tang Sect Master?"
"..."
The topics discussed by the nobles were almost entirely related to marriage arrangements.
That