Mei Hua Grandmaster—how could it be him? Song Lin found it hard to believe.
As an ideological adversary, Mei Hua Grandmaster still went out of his way to send an invitation to him.
Moreover, this so-called Flower Viewing Conference seemed to be similar to the gathering Zhi Xin had invited him to previously.
Song Lin carefully read the contents of the invitation letter. This conference appeared to be a grand event for all cultivators proficient in numerology.
It was somewhat akin to the Divine General's Refining Soldiers Conference, serving as an internal exchange meeting. The victors could ascend to the Taoist Method Meeting Element, and some might even be taken in as disciples by Mei Hua Grandmaster—truly a chance to leap into prominence.
"Should I go?" Song Lin pondered inwardly.
To be fair, it was worth attending, even though he had already won over many disciples using his magic vein.
But constrained by his lack of strength, many still chose to wait and observe.
