"Brother... why did you come out?"
"Is it over already?"
Ling Zhiwang looked at He Pingsheng as he asked.
He Pingsheng said, "No, but I've already won the shop I needed!"
"Oh?" Ling Zhiwang immediately broke into a broad smile. "Congratulations! Where is it?"
He Pingsheng said, "I'm not sure. They said it's in the Jiazi District, very close to the City Lord's Manor. I reckon it shouldn't be far from your Red Moon Trading Company!"
"Good, good, good! That's wonderful!" Ling Zhiwang escorted He Pingsheng out of the trading company, then said solemnly, "Remember, brother, you can only sell pills in the shop. Don't touch anything unrelated to pills. If the City Lord's Manor finds out, they'll confiscate your shop!"
He Pingsheng had already been warned about this countless times.
"Also, also..." Ling Zhiwang said, "Brother, I've arranged a gathering tonight. We'll drink some spirit tea and discuss our insights into cultivation. Come along! It's not far from our trading company!"
He Pingsheng had little interest in such things. He shook his head and said, "I'll pass!"
"Don't!" Ling Zhiwang said. "Don't say that. You simply must come!"
"Well... ahem..."
"Brother, we're calling it tea, but it's actually a trading fair within our circle. Everyone's one of us, someone we know!"
A trading fair?
He Pingsheng couldn't help feeling a stir of excitement.
But when he heard that Ling Zhiwang had arranged it himself, rather than the trading company, he still felt a drumbeat of unease in his heart.
He was afraid someone might scheme against him.
"Ahem..." Ling Zhiwang lowered his voice. "Brother, I hadn't originally planned to invite you, but a friend of mine recently decided to sell a set of formation manuals!"
"The really advanced kind!"
"This friend comes from a formation-specialist clan!"
"I thought that