Chapter Forty-Three: Selling

grasped the long sword at his waist.Although this life is a bit short and not quite brilliant, even in death he must face the enemy!Suddenly, the sound of rushing water struck Lu Ye's ear, booming lou...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 coincidental; there must be some celestial workings at play here.Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!The closure of the hunting ground caused a stir, especially among t...