Time passed,
Across the boundless ice plain, a giant beast of steel moved slowly with a low rumble. Around it,
Disciples dressed in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's robes worked steadily,
Laying a steel railway track through the snow toward the distant horizon. Everything proceeded in orderly fashion.
Seven days earlier, Ning Zhiyuan had sent invitations far and wide. The grand gathering would welcome major merchant associations and small and medium-sized sects alike,
And even the three great empires, the major sects, and Shrek Academy had received invitations.
Owl Bro and Ning Tian stood side by side atop the city wall, looking down at the flood of carriages arriving over the past two days.
Mixed among the crowds were plenty of speculative Soul Tool traders.
Clearly, no shortage of factions hoped to make a fortune at this convention.
Owl Bro's eyes were sharp as torches as he studied the vessels carefully wrapped up below,
A playful curve forming at the corner of his mouth.
"What a pity. They'll never imagine the devastating blow they're about to face."
"There are twenty million Gold Soul Coins in here." A crisp voice interrupted Owl Bro's thoughts.
Ning Tian handed him a tightly wrapped black card and explained softly,
"At the exchange rate between Gold Soul Coins and luck points, this card holds a full twenty million Gold Soul Coins.
My father's been tied up with sect affairs lately and couldn't get away. He specifically asked me to deliver it to you."
Owl Bro took the black card and nodded slightly.
Just then, an argument erupted below the city wall.
The two looked over and saw two convoys squaring off not far away.
On one side, a distinctive green flag fluttered in the wind—Shrek Academy's convoy?
As he watched, an exquisite figure