Chapter Forty-Three: Selling

thirty died mysteriously.The dark clouds in the sky dissipated, and the moonlight slanted down.Xiao Xinghe and others stepped out of the guest hall, looking at the scene before them like a hell on ear...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, and they quickly formed a meticulous cooperation. However, this state was clearly unsustainable.Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!Lu Ye keenly sensed this and hurrie...