The following day, Yun Lintian and others headed to the Nine Profound Pavilion, located at a prime location in the city center. The building itself was magnificent, decorated with precious materials Yun Lintian didn't recognize.
At this moment, there were a lot of people forming a long line, waiting to enter the pavilion. Most of them could not afford a piece of the item today, but it didn't prevent them from joining the fun. After all, this was a rare opportunity to meet those top brasses of the Western Continent.
"Do we need to get in the line?" A young man dressed in a luxury black and golden robe said with a frown. He had a similar appearance to Jin Yang. His name was Jin Mingzhe, Jin Yan's son.
A look of unpleasant appeared on Jin Yang's face when he saw the receptionists ignoring him and continuing to receive ordinary guests, but he didn't say anything in the end.
