"I'll have someone prepare some food and wine immediately. You must be tired from your journey," Hu Erhua offered hospitably. "I'll personally welcome you all, and we can discuss matters over a meal."
Hu Erhua signaled one of his subordinates standing nearby with a meaningful look. The subordinate understood and departed. Soon after, a table laden with delicious food and wine was brought to entertain Qiao Mu's group.
Mo Lian cast a half-smile at the fellow and, holding Qiaoqiao's small hand, led the way to a seat.
Chen Qi and Lu Zheng also took their seats, while the young monk remained as serene as a breeze. He occupied a wooden chair to the side, continuing to tap on the wooden fish while murmuring his chants.
Hu Erhua was taken aback and wore an awkward smile. "Folks, have a look at this young monk…"
