The evening banquet finally began on the top floor of the Bright Moon Tower. At a table were Wan Dongliu, Xuan Chong, Yue Hongling, Zhao Changhe, Tang Buqi, plus a few local “Little White Dragons” from Yangzhou. Despite there being fewer than ten people at their table, half of them were outstanding young talents who were on the Ranking of Hidden Dragons, making it a rare sight even across the years that Wan Dongliu had been hosting gatherings.0

The top floor had no walls and offered a panoramic view. A bright moon hung high in the sky, a gentle breeze blew, and the fragrance of flowers was carried along by the wind. Bridges, flowing water, the small boats on the river, as well as the lanterns at the night market by the riverside could all be seen from the top floor of the Bright Moon Tower, creating a splendid night view.0

Without the presence of the magistrate, the gathering now had a friendly and relaxed atmosphere. Wan Dongliu’s face no longer showed any hint of the anger that had been present on his face earlier. His face now had a look of concern, “Miss Yue, is your injury serious? Shouldn’t you take some...0