Chapter Forty-Three: Selling

s voice becoming low and deep. He then flicked his finger, “Take it yourself!”As that finger shot out, a crimson light suddenly appeared.That radiance spun and fell before Xiong Tieshan, piercing the...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.oad is much higher than his own. In terms of foundation alone, Masan is much stronger than the white-haired old man in the Shenfeng Xingdao Group.One can tell just from the degree of pressure exerted...