"Oh, I see!" Xiao Hua nodded slightly.
"Fellow Daoist Xiao, let us go over as well. However... according to this poor Daoist's past experience, everyone at the Bidding Convention, aside from those who do not conceal their identities, appears alone. This poor Daoist... probably cannot travel together with Fellow Daoist Xiao either," Cai Zhuoxia said hesitantly.
"Mm, then we shall do as Fellow Daoist Cai says!" Xiao Hua nodded. He knew that Cai Zhuoxia had some top-grade spirit stones in her storage pouch. She presumably intended to bid for some items at this Bidding Convention and bring them back to the Cai Family of Luyang. Such matters were cultivators' private affairs, and Xiao Hua naturally knew to avoid them.
Afterward, the two of them slowly followed the cultivators entering behind them into that mass of darkness. Xiao Hua walked slowly, took out the Mihuan and put it on, then paused nearby for a moment before finally emerging from the darkness.
At this time, several scattered cultivators emerged alongside Xiao Hua. Apart from one elderly Foundation Establishment stage cultivator who had not concealed his cultivation or identity, the others all wore different Mihuan. As for which one was Cai Zhuoxia—or whether Cai Zhuoxia had emerged long ago—Xiao Hua had no idea.
Before Xiao Hua lay a rather spacious hall. More than a dozen boys in uniform garments stood smiling in various places. Several jade tables had been arranged throughout the hall, upon them flowering spirit herbs and spirit fruits. Quite a few cultivators were scattered about the hall. Some whispered among themselves, some stood alone with their hands tucked into their sleeves as they examined the calligraphy hanging on the walls, while others held spirit fruits or tea and sampled them lightly.
At the four corners of the hall, four stairways