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In Yuan City, at the Pearl Manor, Wei Zhuangzhu hosted a lavish banquet, accompanied by several of his proud disciples, to honor Chen Tao, the savior of his precious daughter.
"Chen Shaoxia, come, come!" Wei Zhuangzhu exclaimed as he picked up a scallop and placed it onto Chen Tao's ceramic plate. "Try this dish; it’s our chef’s specialty."
Having grown up in a small mountain village and raised in the Bai Yu Sect with little financial means, Chen Tao had never encountered such an extravagant luncheon. He felt quite reserved. "Wei Zhuangzhu, you are too kind. I merely acted on impulse; there’s no need for such grand gratitude."
Just as Wei Zhuangzhu set down his chopsticks, his eldest disciple interjected, "Brother Chen, please don’t say that! The young lady is the apple of our master’s eye. If she had not been rescued by you after playing around and diving deep into the sea, the consequences would have been unimaginable. How could we not express our gratitude?"
"Master Brother is right!" chimed in the second disciple, who appeared to be quite boisterous as he raised his own wine cup. "Thank you, Brother Chen! Let me toast to you first!"
New to the martial world and still inexperienced in both speech and action, Chen Tao felt both delighted and awkward at such warm hospitality from Pearl Manor. He clumsily raised his cup in return.
Wei Zhuangzhu was well-versed in reading people and immediately noticed Chen Tao's discomfort. "Chen Shaoxia, just relax. You all should pay less attention to toasting and instead share your experiences with him. Come on, Chen Shaoxia, enjoy the food."
Chen Tao felt an increasing fondness for Wei Zhuangzhu; he truly was a great benefactor who understood him so well. The disciples ceased their relentless toasting and followed Wei Zhuangzhu's suggestion, recounting amusing stories from their own journeys in the martial world.
As they warmed up the atmosphere of the banquet with laughter and stories, it also provided Chen Tao with valuable insights to avoid pitfalls in his own path. He relaxed considerably.
In the midst of their banter, a servant rushed in with an anxious expression and whispered something into Wei Zhuangzhu's ear.
Unbeknownst to the servant, there were extraordinary individuals like Chen Tao who possessed remarkable internal energy; with a slight twitch of his left ear, he overheard their conversation.
"Master! A group of seven strong outsiders insists on entering; our disciples cannot hold them back!"
Wei Zhuangzhu frowned upon hearing this but soon relaxed again. Pearl Manor was not merely a luxurious retreat built by wealthy merchants; it was a Jianghu Sect!
For ordinary thieves and petty criminals, a few guarding disciples could easily teach them a lesson. The servant's report indicated that these intruders were no ordinary troublemakers. Wei Zhuangzhu's mind raced as he resolved to handle the situation wisely.
In his experience, the martial world was not solely about fighting and killing; it was also about human relationships and social intricacies. Since these were not enemies who immediately resorted to violence, sitting down for food and drink was certainly preferable to engaging in a deadly confrontation.
He could still afford a meal and drinks, and since there was no enmity between them, he extended a courteous invitation to let them in.
Turning back, he felt a bit embarrassed to face Chen Tao. "Chen Shaoxia, I sincerely apologize for the sudden visit to our manor."
At Pearl Manor, we often accommodate wandering heroes, and it would be inappropriate to turn anyone away at this moment. If Chen Shaoxia doesn’t mind, could we allow them to dine together?
Chen Tao waved his hands dismissively, showing no concern. "This is Wei Zhuangzhu's territory; it’s entirely up to him to decide. You don’t need to ask me."
In that case... Wei Zhuangzhu felt a headache coming on but still made his intentions clear: "This banquet is set up to express gratitude for Shao Xia saving my daughter. Whether or not to let others join should be decided by Shao Xia."
Before Chen Tao could fully grasp this simple idea, a group of seventeen people had already entered the hall.
Wei Zhuangzhu's previously relaxed brow furrowed again; the entrance hall of the manor was not close by. Unless this group had floated in lightly, they shouldn't have arrived so quickly.
Excluding the possibility of them hurrying on foot, there was only one explanation: this band of strongmen had directly breached the disciples' defenses outside. By the time the servants reported back, they had already nearly reached the hall.
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