In less than a day, He Pingsheng had set up two formations outside the little building.
He spent the time that followed resting inside.
He had barely entered when the Warning Formation overhead began to chime.
Needless to say, some restless Nascent Soul Realm expert had tried to pry into He Pingsheng's private affairs with his Divine Sense, only for the Warning Formation to intercept it and sound the alarm.
Naturally, that person dared not continue probing.
With Nascent Soul Realm experts all around, any further probing would make it easy for others to follow the traces of his Divine Sense and identify the snooper.
Not only would he lose face, he would probably be barred from participating in the Trading Fair.
Several days passed like this before the Dao Discussion Gathering officially began.
He Pingsheng followed Mi Zangyuan toward the great hall.
They encountered Patriarch Ruokai again along the way. This time, He Pingsheng dispensed with courtesy, sending his Divine Sense surging out to sweep over him.
Sixteen years ago, when Patriarch Ruokai had asked him to refine pills, He Pingsheng had only been a cultivator at the second layer of the Golden Core Stage. His Divine Sense had reached only ten thousand zhang then, too weak to discern Patriarch Ruokai's cultivation. Now, its range had reached twenty thousand zhang, with a strength equivalent to that of an ordinary fourth-layer Nascent Soul Realm cultivator.
Thus, with this sweep, he saw through Patriarch Ruokai's cultivation: the fourth layer of the Nascent Soul Realm.
Neither particularly high nor particularly low.
"Everyone... please come in!"
"Come in, come in..."
Bei Yezi stood at the entrance to the great hall, personally greeting everyone who arrived.
He had sent out twenty-three invitation tokens in all, but each token allowed its holder to bring one