Song Changsheng and Peng Siying exchanged a glance, and both saw the confusion in the other's eyes.
Given their location and the fact that this man was from the Black Market, the "Pavilion Master" he spoke of could only refer to one person: the one in charge of this very pavilion.
"Hey, wait a minute! Are you sure you've got that right? You're certain the Pavilion Master is inviting *him* and not me?" Peng Siying was not pleased. She, the dignified young miss of the Wanlong Commerce Association, had spent a fortune here and had never even met the local Pavilion Master. 'How could this guy receive such an honor on his very first visit?'
The man replied in a flat, formal tone, "The Pavilion Master did, in fact, invite only this Fellow Daoist."
Receiving such an honor might have made others jump for joy, but Song Changsheng's heart suddenly sank.
