Chapter Forty-Three: Selling

rifted, and in Yue Xian's blurred vision, a face emerged—unclear, yet when she strained to see, the resolute expression perfectly mirrored a memory.For a moment, I felt as if I had been transported ba...Moments later, Lu Ye sat in a partitioned room, with screens blocking prying eyes. The demon cultivator was gone without a trace, but before leaving, she told Lu Ye to wait here. Someone in charge would soon come to trade with him. If he had any other instructions, he could shake the nearby bell and someone would attend to him.

On the table stood a pot of freshly brewed tea. Lu Ye poured himself a cup and took a sip. Immediately, his expression changed to one of surprise. This was no ordinary tea; within the brew lay a trace of spiritual energy, though faint, it was undeniably present.naturally had no problem.As he flew forward, Lu Ye discovered that there were no signs of a city within this tiny Mount Fangcun. The number of little people living here also seemed to be relatively sm...