Suddenly, a voice was heard: "A gift has arrived, Wuji Commerce presents a thousand-year-old Mysterious Snow Ginseng."
Wuji Commerce?
Yun Bahe could not remember when he had established a connection with Wuji Commerce.
But an abundance of gifts wasn't something one would complain about, might as well accept it first.
Yun Bahe, watching the increasingly sour expression of Elder Chen beside him, felt a pleasure greater than if he had drunk ten jugs of fine wine.
"A guest has arrived, Magic Temple's Xia Siming brings a congratulatory gift."
Xia Wenxu entered the bustling General Mansion, looked around, and felt a bit disappointed that Yun Sheng was not present.
The guests and gifts arrived in waves. At the entrance hall, there was a steady stream of visitors, but Yun Bahe hadn't seen the person he most desired to.
