Chen Qiusheng slowly spread his hands.
A maid stepped forward and gently helped him put on his coat. In front of him, a disciple kowtowed.
"Do you know why I didn't attend the night banquet at the Governance Building tonight as the master?"
The old man adjusted his dark black collar, exuding a unique dignity.
Wang Tianlong and Lu Zheng simultaneously shook their heads.
The old man calmly said:
"For this night banquet, seven-tenths of the guests from all over were invited by Hong Tianbao, for his disciple reception banquet tomorrow."
Wang Tianlong kowtowed, and did not raise his head, only speaking seriously:
"Master, is this undead old thing trying to build momentum for his disciple? Specifically who? That Lin Dongxi?"
The old man turned around, facing away from the two disciples, slightly tilting his head. The half-open window allowed him to see the crescent moon overhead.
He calmly said:
