naive. He saw the other person's magical skills displayed so skillfully and thought that the other person was a cultivator. If he hadn't been too trusting of his own judgment and had been tricked by...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.n a layer of blood, fleeing into the horizon. Niàn Yuè Xiān stood not far away, twirling her short blade in her hand, coldly gazing at the retreating figure of the old woman, and said faintly: “Thirty...