Yue Qianchou looked back at the banners of the four sects hanging from the high building. Since they were willing to send these, why had they not come to show their support? His gaze flickered as he swept over the people in the air, catching faint traces of mockery on their faces.
Someone was pulling strings... That was Yue Qianchou's first reaction. Once he had formed that suspicion, his state of mind instead calmed. With his hands clasped behind his back, he slowly strolled into the building.
In the center of the main hall was a circular pool built of piled jade. Humming a little tune, Yue Qianchou sat on the pool's edge, crossed one leg over the other, and watched the tiny fish swimming within.
From time to time, he glanced at the few cultivators admiring the various immortal herbs. Their cultivation was not high; only one had reached the late Spirit Transformation stage. All of them wore looks of amazement as they admired the immortal herbs displayed in crystal cabinets throughout the hall.
Several Human Path cultivators with large red flowers pinned to their chests eagerly introduced the goods to them. The opening was so deserted that it had exceeded everyone's expectations, yet the crowd outside was outrageously large. This cold-inside, hot-outside situation made everyone sense that something was wrong.
Though the people wearing large red flowers stood at their respective posts and performed their duties, their eyes could not help drifting toward Yue Qianchou. Seeing him leisurely sitting by the pool and humming a tune, clearly holding everything in the palm of his hand, everyone gradually steadied themselves.
Lu Yanqing, standing behind a large crystal cabinet, looked around, then looked at Yue Qianchou. A trace of worry could vaguely be seen in her eyes.
Even she could