Chen Lin glanced at the Storage Bag at the young man's waist and said, "I'm Lin San. I came to attend the Trading Convention. People in the city told me the cultivators' market was here, so I thought I'd take a look first. May I ask your name, fellow Daoist? Are you a local cultivator?"
He made up a name on the spot, then cupped his hands.
"Haha, certainly. I'm He Xiaoxiao of the Mount-Relying Sect. The Zhao Family Firm invited me to help with security for this Trading Convention. You've arrived a little early, fellow Daoist, though some others should already be here too. Let's go in together!"
"So you're a fellow Daoist from the Mount-Relying Sect. Then I'd better accept than stand on ceremony!"
Chen Lin cupped his fists and followed him toward the Gatehouse, a barely perceptible flicker of something unusual passing through his eyes.
He had never expected such a coincidence. This man was actually a disciple of the Mount-Relying Sect, and Chen Lin could not discern his cultivation. He was probably a cultivator at the Qi Condensation Late Stage.
He just did not know how close this man was to Li Ziqing, or whether Li Ziqing was here as well.
Still, he had changed his appearance. Even if they met, it would not matter; he could simply pretend not to know him.
While he was thinking, the two of them reached the Gatehouse.
He Xiaoxiao reached out and swept his hand over a large stone by the entrance. The white mist in the gateway cleared, and a clamor of voices abruptly reached their ears.
Seeing the surprise on Chen Lin's face, He Xiaoxiao asked with a smile, "Is this your first visit to Guyuan Market, Daoist Lin?"
Chen Lin nodded. "To tell you the truth,