Upon hearing the information, Fang Qiu's eyes brightened. He asked hastily, "When is their next meeting? And where?"
"I don't know where."
Xu Miaolin shook his head. "It will be in one and a half years on 28 of the fourth month in Chinese lunar calendar, the lord of medicine's birthday. The location will only be announced then and no one will share it with any outsider. One before a certain level is not qualified to attend this."
Not qualified?
I'll get qualified!
Fang Qiu whispered to himself.
This is the last hope. He must grab it!
Another year. He can wait!
Before he could ask about the qualification, Xu Miaolin continued.
"Actually, the outside force is hard to predict."
It seemed that he had seen through Fang Qiu's mind. He went on, "You have been on the right path
