Li Tianming had already given the other party enough face. Though he had ignored his enthusiastic attempts at conversation, Qiu Lin could hardly force another topic now and could only watch the two of them leave.
After watching for a while, Qiu Lin smiled and shook his head before leaving the Beaconfire Divine Pawnshop.
At this moment, standing beside Li Tianming, Li Chaoxi said somewhat speechlessly, "We don't go looking for trouble, yet trouble comes looking for us. Everyone who comes to the Myriad Sects Imperial War is thinking of beating others to death—what's the point of making friends? I really don't understand how this guy's mind works."
"Don't mind him. As long as we keep our contact with him to a minimum, it'll be fine. Let's handle our own business first." Li Tianming smiled, utterly unconcerned.
With that, the two of them quickly cast this minor interlude out of their minds.
At this time, the two arrived before a window from which someone had just emerged, then entered hand in hand.
Whoosh!
The instant they stepped through the doorway, a barrier of blazing flames suddenly rose behind them!
Li Chaoxi turned back for a look, slightly surprised. "Even lightyear-level powerhouses probably couldn't break through this barrier easily. With foundations like these, no wonder they can run the largest pawnshop business on all of Burning Heaven Cosmic Street."
At that moment, Li Tianming noticed that the room before them was decorated entirely in gold.
Golden starlight glittered brilliantly, and even Li Tianming found it novel for a moment.
Yet aside from a few tables and chairs, there was no one and nothing else here.
As Li Chaoxi and Li Tianming examined the room, suddenly!
An elderly voice, vigorous and full of breath, rang out.
"Honored guests, how may I be