Chapter Forty-Three: Selling

from Wan Mo Ridge stared in shock at this scene, each one dumbfounded.Although Han Zheyue had previously said that Lu Ye could kill cultivators of a higher realm, the speed at which he had just killed...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.City into such a state, the scale of the insect nests must be enormous, even more than one. Otherwise, it would be impossible for them to nurture insect creatures comparable to cultivators at the Divi...