Chen Chuan was bewildered, unsure why he found himself here after passing out drunk, and felt that everything before him was somewhat bizarre.
As he was in astonishment, a golden light suddenly shone, and then he saw a chariot arrive. The driver was a Golden Armored Divine Being, with a face like red jade, a beard like black velvet, a stature of ten feet, powerful and majestic. Beside the Yellow Turban, the Golden Ring shone like the sun, in the middle of the embroidered jacket, frosty iron armor laid out, making it clear he was extraordinary.
The chariot approached in front of the official residence, and with both hands, he delivered an invitation: "Young Master Chen, today, the poems you composed at the Yellow Crane Tower were full of talent and grandeur, deeply admired by the Divine Monarch. Thus, I bring you this invitation, inviting you to the Wenhua Banquet."
"Yellow Crane Tower?"
"Wenhua Banquet?"
