Liang Qu's seclusion had failed.
The jianghu wasn't about fighting and killing, but about human relationships and worldly affairs.
The invitation in his hand was both heavy and thick, its gilded patterns showcasing its extraordinary nature, with the Sky Vessel Commerce Association's boat-and-wave logo inscribed in the bottom right corner of the red cover.
He read through its content.
The servant who had brought the invitation had ground the ink well, presenting the brush with respect and holding a small inkstone in his hands.
Liang Qu took the brush, licked it to wet it with ink, and wrote "I humbly accept the last seat" at the bottom of the invitation before handing it back to the servant.
"We await Lord Liang's honored arrival."
The servant carefully collected the invitation and the calligraphy, then bowed and backed away, led out of the hall by Fan Xinglai.
Liang Qu sighed as he looked out at the empty courtyard.
"Alas, I must go out again."
