It was almost time to begin when a figure rushed in, a whirlwind of motion. The moment he entered, he burst out laughing. "Almost late! Right on time, right on time!"
Everyone laughed. "Zhang Yang, you want to be one of Fairy Han's followers acting like that? Not a chance."
"Tch. I was just consoling my admirers outside, that's why I was a little late."
This was Zhang Yang, the Mad Saint, one of the Eight Saints. He had always been this flamboyant, and everyone just chuckled. The man proclaimed himself the most handsome man in all of Great Zhou, a true ladies' man.
You had to admit, his rakish, devil-may-care charm was in a class of its own. Rumor had it he ranked in the top five among the sheltered ladies of the court.
He scanned the room and found the only open seat was next to Wang Meng. On any other day, someone would have surely given up a better spot for him, but not today. Everyone was fighting tooth and nail for a seat closer to the front.
