The three took the sightseeing elevator straight to the top floor, only to find several people standing beside their Skyflying Car—which was actually Old Ban, the Immortal Carriage.
They stood beside the car, discussing something in low voices.
Shen Bing and the two women walked over, but none of them noticed. They simply kept chatting among themselves.
"Come on, guys, I found this car first, okay? Can't you let me have a shot?" A young man in his early twenties looked utterly miserable.
A slightly older young man objected. "What do you mean, you found it first? Does finding it first make it yours? Well, I've just found you, too."
"Uh..." Faced with such shameless nonsense, the younger man was at his wits' end.
"Are you guys done yet? What's the point of arguing about this now? We might as well wait for the owner and let the highest bidder win," another young man said, his eyes glued to the Skyflying Car with undisguised longing.
Shen Bing and the two women were utterly baffled by this exchange.
"Ahem..." Shen Bing spoke up. "Could you... move aside? You're blocking me from getting into my car."
All four people surrounding the car looked up at once, their gazes burning as they stared at Shen Bing.
One of them immediately changed expression, a trace of fear lurking deep in his eyes.
The others, however, failed to notice his reaction.
"Buddy, is this your car?" asked the young man who had teased the younger fellow earlier.
Shen Bing stared at him. "What kind of question is that? If it isn't mine, is it yours?"
"Uh... no, that's not what I meant. I just wanted to make sure." The young man rubbed his hands excitedly. "Buddy, how about this? Over there... look over there, at