“Three requests?” Inside the gazebo, Lu Yun’s eyes were as wide as saucers. “Immortal crystals aren’t the auction currency?”

“Wait, you didn’t know?” The other youths looked at him with some confusion. Lu Yun wasn’t the only one surprised; his clansman Lu Shenhou was equally bewildered.

“What am I supposed to know about?” he quickly retorted.

“The Panorama Pavilion already secretly informed various factions that, rather than pay crystals and treasures, we must fulfill their three requests to the best of our ability!” Wu Tulong replied, confused by Lu Yun’s confusion. “They sent the Immortal Martial Sect a message half a month ago, but we weren’t much interested so we didn’t make any preparations. Did they not tell the Lu Clan?”

“It seems the Panorama Pavilion no longer considers us a great clan.” Lu Shenhou ground his teeth from the slight.

“What are the requests, exactly?” Lu Yun remained nonchalant, not taking the insult nearly as personally.

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