It would not do to snub someone who was doing you a favor, so Qiao Mu expressionlessly nodded at him.
Duan Yue's smell was more brilliant than a flower in full bloom. "Get in the carriage, Qiaoqiao, let's go. Today, there isn't only people from the Mystic Cultivator Association, but the three sects also sent people here…"
Qiao Mu donned on a serious face in response as soon as she got inside the carriage.
Next to her, Qiao Hu nervously peered at his cousin. When he saw her intention to remain silent, he also sealed his lips.
The wheels started rolling and the carriage headed for the populated western district.
In the plaza located on the main street of the western district, many common people were already gathered there after catching wind of the event. They dragged their whole family in tow to line up and exchanged information with their neighbors.
