Chapter Forty-Three: Selling

.""It's all up to us. Wishing you success, fellow cultivator."They chatted for a few more minutes before bidding each other farewell.Lu Ye stood there for a moment, thinking. When the cultivator surna...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. cast aside all calculations and schemes, Song Zhu was a man of blood. Even on the brink of death, he showed no fear whatsoever, his expression calm and composed.Lü Yè's long blade pressed against his...