Chapter Forty-Three: Selling

front legs on the ground. Lu Ye was struck by the hammer and sent flying backward. If he hadn't hastily raised his long sword to block in front of him, this blow would have surely flattened his chest....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.s undoubtedly this person's reminder.>The old man sat on the meteorite, surrounded by rows of flags that looked like they were setting up a large formation. He was very old, but his eyes were bright a...