Qu Fang received a lot of ridicule and rolled his eyes. He came to see Yun chujiu dejectedly.
“Junior Sister Yun, I told you that this move of yours wouldn’t work. Now, both of us have become the laughingstock of the nameless sword sect!”
Yun chujiu took out a pen and paper and said to him, “I said write it, come!”
Qu Fang didn’t understand what she meant, but he still started writing according to Yun Chujiu’s instructions:
Auction notice for the little nine banquet
Do you want to know how a genius of a generation was trained? Do you want to know the secret to breaking through the tenth level in one night? Do you want to know how to jump from a handyman to a successor disciple of the sect leader?
All the answers would be revealed at the little nine banquet one by one. As hosting the banquet was too exhausting, only fifty people were allowed to attend this time. The highest bidder would get it.
