Chapter Forty-Three: Selling

thirty paces from Lu Ye. The light emanating from the compass had turned blood red, and the needle pointed firmly ahead. Jiang Liuzhi abruptly looked up and shouted, "It's right in front of us!"As soo...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.e and Liu Daitong's figure against the clear sky suddenly flashed in his mind...In the last moment before he fell into a coma, he seemed to see these Xian Yuan Guards who should have died.But that can...