In the pavilion.
Faced with the question from Zhao Douan, Mr. Dong hesitated for a moment, cupped his hands, and said with embarrassment,
"Our small family managed to come here by making substantial donations to the Divine Dragon Temple every year; haha, it's not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning."
Zhao Douan let out an "oh," feeling assured in his mind.
This scholar Dong likely wasn't from any significant official family.
Perhaps his family engaged in commerce and thus had money to donate; it's understandable why he didn't elaborate. Utilizing money to gain entry indeed counted as inelegant.
He didn't associate the bookworm before him with Grandmaster Dong.
The surname "Dong" in the Great Yu Dynasty wasn't unusual, either.
Moreover, a disciple of a Grandmaster would surely have high standards; why would he be infatuated with a gigolo they almost made fun of...
It didn't make sense.
"And you, Brother Zhao? How did you come in?" Mr. Dong was curious.
