"Right... Brother Chu, there's also a gathering of martial disciples later. Everyone attending is a martial artist from various sects. Why don't we go take a look?" Liang Chaoqun asked. After the yearly auction ended, martial artists would always hold a gathering, aimed at discussing martial arts and making friends.
"Chaoqun, little brother, what are you implying? I just made plans with Chu Nan for tonight, and now you're asking him to join some gathering? Are you trying to spite me?" Sun Xiaomi glared at Liang Chaoqun and said irritably.
"No, no, no, Sister Xiaomi, you've got it all wrong," Liang Chaoqun, breaking into a cold sweat and with a pained expression, replied: "I meant to suggest it earlier, but... never mind. If you don't mind, I sincerely invite you to join Brother Chu and myself. What do you say?"
"That's more like it, I'll go with you guys for a bit of fun," Sun Xiaomi thought for a moment and then happily agreed to Liang Chaoqun's request.
