Chapter Forty-Three: Selling

was mainly because a series of incidents happened too quickly. He was still thinking about studying the spirit trapped by the Xuanling Bell, and as Zhang Senior Brother unleashed a punch, a white tige...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.jiao rush to the Silver Light Island!">He didn't expect that in such a desperate situation, the Qīngtiān Sect would perform so tenaciously. He thought that after the people from Yín guāng dǎo arrived,...