"What?"
"Grand Preceptor, that is exactly what he said."
"What an arrogant little whelp."
From behind the screen stepped out a man in luxurious robes. His features were so exquisite that they surpassed even those of Xiuling. Yet, despite his delicacy, there was no trace of feminine charm in his demeanor. His expression was entirely masculine, brimming with heroic vigor—radiant, but not bewitching.
"I haven't sought him out, and yet he dares to invite me to a banquet? Since he wants to see me, then let it be so. Go tell him: next full moon, atop Mount Tian. I shall host him there!"
"Understood."
This news quickly reached Gu Tao. No wonder Taiyi's assessment of Dijun was that he was petty, narrow-minded, and overly cautious. Just from this one small incident, it was evident. Gu Tao had merely mentioned planning a banquet, and Dijun clung to it so tightly, leaving no room for oversight or slip-ups.
