Chapter Forty-Three: Selling

ng with one enemy after another, his Pianshan Saber was continuously clashing. Even though the Pianshan Saber was incredibly sturdy, there were some minor scratches on its surface. While these didn't...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.edibly draining to one's own foundation.Although Qing Li's fangs were barely visible, they were still a powerful technique. It was an explosive sword art that required a short burst of inner strength...