Chapter Forty-Three: Selling

ding until late at night, when he closed his eyes for a short nap in place until dawn.The situation remains the same on the second day.This was the most boring battle Lu Ye had ever experienced. Until...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.o thousand cultivators of Wanmo Ridge!How dare you!>>In this closed environment, Lu Ye is their only enemy.In such a chaotic situation, someone like Song Zhu is needed to step forward and take charge....