Chapter Forty-Three: Selling

trictions on locks. He reached in and pulled out a stack of notebooks. He randomly chose one and opened it. The ink was still wet, indicating that it had just been written.Upon a cursory glance at th...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.t be obstinate! My patience has its limits!"The voice was undeniably that of the Holy Venerable of Mohai.>Lan Qiyue's ability to last this long isn't due to her skills, but rather because Mo Hai Sheng...