"Old acquaintance? What old acquaintance? Where's the invitation card?" Zhang Rongfang gathered his thoughts and looked at the old Daoist.
These old Daoists were recently recruited wanderers working odd jobs within the temple.
Though they were just wanderers, they knew some basic Daoist classics. With some slight training, they could trick offerings out of pilgrims.
"Here it is." The old Daoist offered the invitation card with both hands.
Chen Han stepped forward to take it, smelled it, felt the paper, confirmed there was no issue, and handed it to Zhang Rongfang.
After receiving the invitation card, Zhang Rongfang glanced at the writing on it.
"Tan Yang's Sun family? Sun Qinghong? Sun Chaoyue's father?" He immediately recalled meeting Sun Chaoyue and Grand Chairman Sun a few days ago.
The proud woman spirit who seemed like a grand red rose.
The invitation card mentioned that if he agreed, Sun Qinghong would personally visit tomorrow at four in the afternoon.
