Lu Yuan
On a grand and luxurious pavilion with the golden-coloured mark "THE GOLDEN PAVILION" written above it, a group of youths, appearing to be around twenty, sat casually inside. They indulged in wines served with meats and luxurious dishes. Their surroundings were harmonious as they chatted and drank happily.
However, there was only one guy with a dark face, veins popping from his head as he ate his cakes.
"Brother, why are you angry?"
"Hmph, that bastard Lu Zhen. We invited him, but he didn't come even after accepting the invitation. How can I not be angry?"
"Brother, Young Master Lu Zhen must have his difficulties; he must be training for the tournament. You can't judge him."
Lu Yuan was stunned when he heard his sister.