Chapter Forty-Three: Selling

Ridge still held out hope, thinking it was because the Xuanqing Palace was too weak. However, as news spread of the breach at the Chuyue Pavilion's base, those complacent cultivators from the Wanmo R...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.re haven't been any other significant changes.Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!Lu Ye had a vague feeling that if he were to fight, he should be able to borrow some pow...