At the close of the year, the White Cloud Pavilion held a banquet, and Lu Chang'sheng also received an invitation.
Fan Shou and his two companions were smoldering with resentment, planning to have a proper word with Lu Chang'sheng during the banquet.
To their surprise, it wasn't Lu Chang'sheng who attended the banquet, but Lu Ziyou.
A few months ago, Lu Ziyou had joined the White Cloud Pavilion as well, only he kept a very low profile—if he weren't Lu Chang'sheng's son, hardly anyone would even know he existed.
As the banquet began, Lu Ziyou came over holding his father's invitation, his face etched with misery. Someone recognized him and asked why Lu Chang'sheng hadn't shown up, leaving Lu Ziyou no choice but to answer honestly.
"Is Alchemist Lu spending the year-end banquet refining pills as usual?"
On hearing Lu Ziyou's reply, the cultivator who'd asked was genuinely astonished.
