Chapter Forty-Three: Selling

g else!"Still came!" Li Baxian's sigh came from the side, the worst expectation came true.Lu Ye stared at the blazing emblem, knowing instantly that it was the mark of the Holy Fire Cult.The monks of...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.ivators Lu Ye had encountered in Shushan before, they must be from the Haotiantian Alliance. Because if they were from the Wanmo Ridge camp, they would never dare to stay in Shushan.“When you were in...