For a time, everyone was talking.
Those who had been invited were curious, eager to see what tricks Zhou Xuan intended to play this time.
Those who had not been invited, especially the Supreme Force Immortal Vein, felt profoundly insulted. Elders immediately clamored to go demand an explanation.
With this unequal treatment, Zhou Xuan had successfully drawn everyone's attention to the so-called Treasure Appraisal Gathering.
Scarcity, mystery, and buzz.
Lin Qingzhu had wielded the three essentials of commercial hype to their fullest.
Meanwhile, at the heart of this storm, inside the Mysterious Yin Immortal Vein's temporary residence...
A female cultivator in a moon-white dress, her bearing as cool as snow, quietly studied the exquisitely crafted invitation in her hand.
She was Leng Yue, a late Spirit Transformation stage elder sent as the Mysterious Yin Immortal Vein's envoy.
She had originally dismissed Zhou Xuan's little tricks with contempt.
To her, they were nothing more than tawdry marketplace gimmicks unfit for respectable company.
Had the Vein Master not given her strict orders, she would not even have bothered meeting this supposed City Lord Zhou.
He was merely a Nascent Soul junior who, through a few lucky opportunities, had somehow managed to gain a hold over Taia.
She was about to toss the invitation aside, inwardly grumbling about why the tea in this wretched place smelled so musty, when her gaze happened to sweep across the invitation's lower-right corner.
There, drawn in a special ink, was a tiny Lunar Talisman Inscription.
The inscription itself looked utterly ordinary, but as Leng Yue's gaze touched it, a faint yet supremely pure aura silently slipped into her body along her line of sight.
Hum!
At that moment, Leng Yue's eternally frosty expression changed abruptly!
She felt the sun true fire within her—the stubborn scourge that had