The red sun rose, casting out a myriad of rosy rays.
After slowly sipping two cups of tea, the crowd that had gathered to watch the battle grew impatient.
Someone said sarcastically:
"I'm telling you, when Tang Wen gets here, I bet he won't even be able to stand straight."
"Hahahahaha! Eighteen straight days of whoring… I'm almost jealous."
"It's possible. The kid might just get here and forfeit immediately. No one could blame him."
"Brilliant! That way he won't lose face."
"…"
RATTLE, RATTLE.
An unusual commotion sounded from outside the gates.
It sounded like a large carriage.
The guards at the entrance threw open the central gates, and just as expected, a spacious carriage rolled in.
"What grand style for Seventh Young Master Tang," someone sneered.
But he was immediately jabbed in the ribs by a companion. "Look closer before you speak."
"It's that fellow from the Lu Family."
"Lu Zhu? Oh, it's him. No wonder the carriage is so huge."
