"In that case, I can't help you," Uncle Chen said with a slight shrug. "I don't have an invitation either."
"Alright."
"Then I'll have to come and find you another day," Uncle Chen said.
Waving goodbye to him, Chen Tiantian walked out of the herbal market with Qin Lin and the others. "Mr. Qin, it looks like we'll have to go straight to Black Cloud Mountain."
"But we don't know how long we'll be there. We should buy some survival supplies first, just in case we get hungry on the way or run into any danger."
"Tiantian, what's the deal with this Tianyin Pavilion?" Fatty Qi astutely asked before Qin Lin could speak. "You really need an invitation to get in?"
