Chapter Forty-Three: Selling

pirit inscription that can barely block a single attack from Uncle Dong's night-based magic can only be activated once more.It's too late.Lù Yè raised his right hand, slick with fresh blood, and grasp...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.She knew that in such a vast and secret realm, Lu Ye naturally possessed a certain status.Although she wasn't sure yet what Lu Ye's role was here, it seemed he was close to that girl.Could it be that...