Chapter Forty-Three: Selling
spear charged out, like a sleeping dragon suddenly thrusting its head from its lair.There was a moment of tense silence before an explosion ripped through the air. Spiritual energy, compressed to its...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.ll be a memory in each of our hearts.>>>>As Yueming and Lu Ye walked past, Lu Ye asked, “How is the ghost doing Did it say anything about leaving here”Please provide me with the text you would like me...