Chapter Forty-Three: Selling

art was pounding with excitement and anticipation.But then, a wave of terror washed over me.A whirlwind of blades enveloped him, each strike like a bolt of lightning imbued with the breath of death. Y...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.When Lü Ye was just a child, Chu Shen had already approached, with a smile on his face and a warm attitude. He bowed from afar: "Chu Shen of the Hegemony Palace, greets fellow Daoist!""