"Four months from now!"
Daoist Qingxuan answered He Pingsheng's question. "The Trading Fair will be held at the Mountain Gate then. It's called the [Heaven's Gate Trading Fair], and all Inner Sect and Outer Disciples can participate!"
"So soon?"
He Pingsheng was surprised.
It took place once every ten years, and to think it was almost time already!
But for He Pingsheng, the sooner, the better, of course.
"Senior Brother Qingxuan!" He Pingsheng cupped his hands toward Qingxuan. "It's not that I doubt you, Senior Brother, but caution comes first!"
"I imagine there must be quite a few Immortals in the Outer Sect who haven't submitted to Senior Brother Thunderclap. Why did you specifically come to me?"
A trace of disdain appeared on Qingxuan's face. "Brother, surely you don't suspect I have some ulterior design on you?"
"Heh heh heh..."
He said with some displeasure, "What could I want from you?"
"Your Heaven and Earth Bag? The few sets of sect robes inside it, or your points card with a balance of zero?"
He Pingsheng smiled without speaking!
Who knew?
Although Qingxuan's words sounded perfectly reasonable at first, one must not forget that He Pingsheng had no formation concealing him when he cultivated.
In other words, when he had refined that flying sword and the third-grade mask earlier, there was every possibility that someone had seen him through a secret art.
What if he's after my flying sword?
Of course, He Pingsheng was not afraid!
Let him scheme. A mere Human Immortal-I could kill one even when I was in the Mahayana Emperor Realm!
Why would I fear you?
"Heh heh heh..." He Pingsheng hurriedly cupped his hands with a smile. "My apologies, Senior Brother Qingxuan. I was overthinking things. All right... if you don't mind having me, let's team