Fake Protective Talisman
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
"I'll have someone prepare some food and wine immediately. You must be tired from your journey," Hu Erhua offered hospitably. "I'll personally welcome you all, and we can discuss matters over a meal."
Hu Erhua signaled one of his subordinates standing nearby with a meaningful look. The subordinate understood and departed. Soon after, a table laden with delicious food and wine was brought to entertain Qiao Mu's group.
Mo Lian cast a half-smile at the fellow and, holding Qiaoqiao's small hand, led the way to a seat.
Chen Qi and Lu Zheng also took their seats, while the young monk remained as serene as a breeze. He occupied a wooden chair to the side, continuing to tap on the wooden fish while murmuring his chants.
Hu Erhua was taken aback and wore an awkward smile. "Folks, have a look at this young monk…"