"Speaking of which, has the Grandmaster arrived yet? How are the preparations?" Zhao Douan smoothly changed the subject.
Mo Chou collected her thoughts and walked with him inside, saying:
"The Grandmaster has already arrived, but Zhengyang hasn't come yet. There are quite a few people inside already."
As the two were talking, they had already followed the main path of Mei Garden and reached today's "main venue," centered around a huge pavilion, with pavilions, terraces, and towers set amidst the landscape.
Many tables and chairs had been placed around, and attendants shuttled back and forth. The scholars who had arrived formed a square "phalanx," currently whispering among themselves.
The atmosphere, heavy with tension, contained an undercurrent of restless anticipation. When Zhao Douan arrived, he did not draw much attention.
Indeed, the attention of those present was all on Dong Xuan and Zhengyang.
"Brother Zhao..."
