"Taoist Friend Li, are you interested in buying a talisman? I'll give you a little discount."
Ye Yutang said enthusiastically.
To conceal his identity, Shen Long had adopted the pseudonym Li Xiao, and over the past half a year, he had made the acquaintance of many Qi Refining Cultivators.
"No thanks, Fairy Ye. Is Daoist Friend Zhao not setting up his stall today?"
Shen Long asked curiously.
"Daoist Friend Zhao plans to host a gathering, at his residence tonight around sundown. He must be preparing for that, I guess!"
Ye Yutang said.
"It's not a guess; I am indeed preparing for it. Taoist Friend Li, Fairy Ye, both of you must come. The disciples of the Su Family will also attend tonight's gathering."
A rich male voice chimed in.
As his voice fell, a medium-built man in a red shirt approached, his handsome face adorned with a faint scent of herbs.
Zhao Feng, a first-grade Alchemist.