9:00 AM.
A messenger arrived from the Elders' Court, inviting Chen Yang to a banquet. The envoy was an Eighth Rank Military General from the Chenlong Martial District; sending someone of such stature was a clear sign of respect.
When the envoy finished speaking, he saw Chen Yang still wiping an already gleaming spearhead with a piece of silk. An inexplicable irritation welled up inside him.
Is this guy snubbing me? Does he really think he's someone important?
Hmph! Derision filled his mind.
But as angry as he was, he still had a task from his superiors to complete. He forced a faint smile. "Chen Yang, the Great Elder personally sent me to invite you. Shouldn't you feel profoundly honored?"
"You should know that the attendees today are all high-ranking officials from the Martial Department and the most distinguished figures in Cangyun City. For a cripple like you to be invited, you should be overcome with gratitude.
"If I were you, I'd already be on my knees thanking him."
