Chapter Forty-Three: Selling

om Lu Ye, lowering his head to look at his injuries. He was almost disbelieving that his protective spiritual energy had been so fragile.The weapon in the opponent's hand seemed unimaginably sharp!Onl...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.until both of us are destroyed. This is my oath!"Páng Zhèn's expression turned solemn.The headmaster nodded. “I will make him understand, urging him to consider the bigger picture.”In the Lingxi battl...