A Humble Dwelling, Temporarily! Handmade Furniture!

The man pointed at the house and said, "A fair price: one thousand taels a day. The Pill Combat Tournament will generally last around half a month. To be safe, I suggest you renew for a month. I'll give you a discount, then—twenty-eight thousand eight hundred taels."

Li Bufan's eyes widened. "For this? You want twenty-eight thousand eight hundred taels?"

The man said, "I'm only giving you this price for the sake of this pretty young lady. Let me tell you, once you miss this village, there won't be another shop like it. If you don't rent it, there are plenty of people waiting behind you."

Li Bufan sighed. "Fine, then. Here's the money. Count it."

He took silver notes from his storage ring and handed them to the man.

When one stood beneath another's eaves, one had no choice but to bow one's head. At least they had somewhere to stay; it was better than sleeping on the streets.

The man took the silver notes and counted them. After confirming everything was correct, a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

He handed over a Jade Slip. "The door-opening hand seal is recorded inside. I wish you both a pleasant stay." Then he turned and left.

Li Bufan looked at the Jade Slip in his hand, then at the dilapidated house, and helplessly shook his head.

"Come on, Zhiyan. Let's go inside and take a look. Maybe it isn't as bad inside as it looks." His voice carried a hint of self-consolation.

Lin Zhiyan took the Jade Slip and sent her Spiritual Sense into it. The door-opening hand seal was recorded within.

She walked to the door and formed the hand seals according to the Jade Slip.

The formation patterns on the door lit up. With a click, the door