Lu Ye could not understand how Jujia and Amber had taken such a liking to each other. It had been the same in the valley before—clearly their first meeting, yet this man and beast had been remarkably close.
Lu Ye did not care much for the little-mustached Spell Cultivator, but with Jujia's honest, simple nature, he was not someone people could easily dislike.
He tossed several Spiritual Pills into his mouth and swallowed them whole, then fed a few to Amber as well.
He switched cultivation techniques, and his stomach rumbled.
"This Immortal Yuan City really is dangerous." The little-mustached Spell Cultivator walked to the doorway and peered outside through the crack. "First Immortal Yuan Guards, then fog. Who knows how many people will die this time."
He turned to Lu Ye with a smile. "Fellow Cultivator, did you run into enemies?"
Lu Ye looked rather bedraggled at the moment. His clash with those people from Wind Flower Pavilion had drained him considerably, and he had suffered a few minor injuries as well.
"A lone Tier Eight cultivator is still a little lacking in a place like this. Fellow Cultivator, would you consider acting together with me? I guarantee you will not lose out."
"No need."
The little-mustached man chuckled. "No need to refuse in such a hurry, Fellow Cultivator. Think it over first. There is no rush."
Though he said it with a smile, there was a hint of threat between the lines. He was also blocking the doorway at that moment. He seemed to be checking the situation outside, but only he knew what he truly intended.
This little-mustached man really was no good thing.
Back in the valley, Lu Ye had refused his invitation only because they were unfamiliar with each other. Afterward, the man had tried