"Brother Tian, Brother Tian..."
Lin Tian was reading intently when Ghost and Yun Xiaotian ran in from outside, shouting as they ran.
"What's going on that has you so excited?" Lin Tian lifted his head from the pile of books, curiously. Ghost wasn't someone who got easily excited, so something big might have happened.
Ghost moved the books aside on the desk, revealing Lin Tian behind them, and said, "Brother Tian, I've discovered something strange over the past two days. After the auction, not only did the number of Ancient Martial Artists in Qinglan Garden not decrease, but it increased. Can you guess why?"
Lin Tian blinked, not particularly concerned, and said, "I'm not part of the Ancient Martial World, how would I know what they're up to? Maybe it's some kind of festival. Does the Ancient Martial World have special festivals?"
