cultivators of the same rank, Heaven Stage Eight, he couldn't even withstand a single strike from his opponent.Blood gushed from the neck, the head flew off, and the headless body swayed before falli...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. made up his mind, Lu Ye took out the amber from his spirit beast pouch. He let Yiyi keep watch in all directions while he sat down cross-legged himself.Let me know if you have any other text you'd li...