Chapter Forty-Three: Selling

.Now that he is no longer in the sect, there's no sense of belonging to speak of, but it has allowed him to cultivate a sense of self-identity.When facing someone like Sima Yang, even a giant mecha wo...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.he land-leaf blade shot forward, imbued with surging spiritual energy. As a Heaven Eight cultivator, his dual-edged blade, enhanced by the sharp and ethereal spirit patterns, unleashed an unimaginable...