Seven days later, Qi Ting arrived on time to inform Murong and the others that the trade fair had begun.
"Let's go!" Zhou Hao rose to his feet and held out his hand to Murong.
Murong smiled faintly, took Zhou Hao's hand, and let him pull her to her feet. Then she waved to Zhou Mu and the others. "Let's go! We're buying you things."
"Ooh~ Let's set off!" Zhou Mu cried excitedly.
Seeing this, Zhou Hao chuckled. He glanced at Zhou Yuanbao and the others behind Zhou Mu and Zhou Nian, then said with a smile, "Let's go!"
Soon, they arrived at the trading platform.
At this time, Soaring Cloud Mountain's trading platform was packed wall to wall with people, bustling and lively beyond measure.
Zhou Hao and the others immediately drew plenty of attention, since Murong was simply too famous.
However, Murong paid those people no mind, and they did not dare offend her either, so they wisely moved out of the way.
"Which trading stall has the Liquid Battle Suit?" Zhou Hao asked Zhou Yuanbao.
Zhou Yuanbao immediately answered, "Dad, it's at stall number 722, over there."
As it spoke, it pointed toward the two o'clock direction.
Zhou Hao followed its pointing finger, his gaze passing over the crowd before locking onto trading stall number 722. He patted Zhou Mu's head and smiled. "Come on, this is what you wanted."
"Okay, Dad." Zhou Mu nodded solemnly.
Then they headed over.
The trader was a bearded middle-aged man. What he wanted was white ore, a top-grade material for artifact refining.
Murong had some, though she had not brought any with her. However, the man clearly knew who Murong was, so his attitude was exceedingly respectful. He even seemed inclined to give her the Liquid Battle Suit for free.