When Xu Changqing saw such a coincidence, he guessed it was related to the Luohe Bei Clan's three-thousand-year anniversary banquet.
Though he was not interested himself, his senior sister had taken the initiative to contact him, so he certainly could not ignore her. He injected a thread of his spiritual power into the Communication Talisman and connected to it.
"Senior Sister!"
"When did you return?"
"Several days ago!"
"The banquet wasn't because I didn't want to invite you, but rather..."
"It's fine, Senior Sister. I don't like going out anyway."
"Forget it. Let's talk face-to-face."
Bei Qingtang then took the initiative to end the communication.
Looking at the Communication Talisman in his hand as its spiritual light dimmed, Xu Changqing blanked out for a moment. "I really don't want to go."
Though he did not know what twists and turns lay behind this, he truly did not care about the Luohe Bei Clan, much less this banquet.
No matter how impressive your three-thousand-year Lineage was, could it compare to an Immortal Sect with a history of over ten thousand years?
He might as well look forward to the upcoming Thousand Sects Dharma Assembly!
Xu Changqing had already made up his mind. Before it began, he would privately refine pills and artifacts. Once disciples from the other Immortal Sects and sects arrived, he would sell off all the goods he had stockpiled.
He was not looking to make a fortune. He would clear out a batch first.
Yet just as he was about to leave, he unexpectedly ran into familiar faces.
Han Su and Li Xianglin.
Han Su's eyes lit up. "Senior Brother Xu, why didn't you tell me in advance that you were coming to see me?"
Xu Changqing casually made up an excuse. "I mainly wanted to give you