"Are you going to this Trading Fair too?"
He Pingsheng looked at Xin Baobao. "It's a Mystic Sect Trading Fair. Even if you go, you won't be able to buy anything of the Demonic Path, will you?"
"I'm going!" Xin Baobao was resolute. "If I don't stay by your side, I'm afraid you won't feel at ease!"
Luo Bingyao asked, "Do you have an invitation?"
Xin Baobao reached into her robes with her plump little hand and pulled out an invitation. "Is this it?"
He Pingsheng said, "Then let's go!"
Since Xin Baobao wanted to go, they would go together!
A full hundred thousand, perhaps even two hundred thousand people had come to Immortal Emperor City to attend the Golden Feather Gathering.
Yet the Celestial Expanse Commerce Association had reportedly issued only a little over a thousand invitations.
Anyone who was not a top-tier supreme talent was not qualified to enter.
The streets were bustling!
The entrance to the Celestial Expanse Commerce Association was even livelier.
Supreme talents lined up to enter the Commerce Association one after another.
"Junior Brother... Junior Brother..." He Pingsheng had just reached the entrance to the Commerce Association when he heard a familiar voice.
He turned to look. It was indeed Wang Dun.
Wang Dun ran over from the left with a cheerful smile, looked He Pingsheng up and down, then turned his gaze to Xin Baobao and asked, "Huh... isn't this the Devil Race's holy maiden?"
"Hmph..." Luo Bingyao snorted coldly.
Wang Dun said, "What's going on, little brother? Something's not right here!"
"What... are you into this little-girl type, little brother?"
The people around them could not understand what Wang Dun was implying, nor did anyone care.
Xin Baobao, however, turned warily and fixed a hard stare on Wang Dun. "You're He Pingsheng?"