Chapter Forty-Three: Selling

seemed to come alive, carving out streaks of sword light. In just a few breaths, Lu Ye found an opportunity against the seventh-layer cultivator. With a single strike, he slashed across his opponent's...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.oreboding vanished without a trace.This startled him. Now he understood why the woman in red had let him leave so easily.My head hurts a little. This huge Immortal Yuan City, where would I even begin...