Lin Qingluo, leading the horse, grinned: "We have made our way here selling many specialties we brought from the Western Regions, earning a great deal of silver. Now, it's time to exchange for the local products of Nanxun."
"Haha, young master always enjoys the feeling of spending money."
All the young boys laughed on hearing it, and Shitou laughed out loud, very cocky.
A young disciple, dressed in the costume of the Wind and Moon Pavilion, walked out from the nearby inn and bowed before Lin Qingluo.
"May I ask if this young master has the surname Lin? My pavilion master would like to invite you."
The laughter of the young boys suddenly stopped.
Lin Qingluo lifted an eyebrow slightly, showing mild surprise: "There are still three days before the secret realm opens, has the Pavilion Master already arrived?"
