Trade

Penglai Island.

Within a Mountain City.

In an inconspicuous tavern in one district.

By the window, a bewitchingly beautiful woman dressed all in black sat concealed within the shadows.

Her skin was snow-white, yet carried the rosy glow of the living. Her right hand lightly supported her chin. A trace of embarrassed annoyance showed on her stunning face before swiftly fading. Her bright red lips pressed together slightly, seeming to offer a silent invitation.

This was precisely the type of woman that fledgling cultivators, fresh out of the nest, found impossible to resist.

She was like a streak of fallen darkness, giving off an aura that was dangerous yet incomparably sweet, like a ripe poisonous fruit that tempted one to pluck it.

Yet any cultivator with a few years under their belt and broad experience would avoid her at all costs, not even daring to look at her twice.

For they knew all too well that such an existence was like the apex predator. She appeared ready for anyone to pick and enjoy, but once you ventured too deeply inside, you would sink without realizing it, until your bones were cracked and your marrow sucked dry. Even after falling into the abyss, you would remain unaware.

"I never expected fellow Daoist Lin to be so capable. Not only did you bury so many old friends, Immortal Gate Dao Children, in one stroke, you even escaped from Celestial Venerable Canghai's hands. Such strength truly makes this humble one admire you greatly..."

Lin Chen remained unmoved. Instead, he raised the tea in his hand and took a light sip, his gaze utterly indifferent. "There is no need for mutual flattery. Over the past three years, you have employed every conceivable method to trace me. Now that we have met, could it be