"Yes."
After pondering for a moment, Ye Buqu immediately nodded.
"Congratulations. You are now the owner of the thatched cottage. Please enter."
Red light flared in the puppet's eyes. It bowed to Ye Buqu, then slowly left and resumed standing motionlessly at the entrance. The thatched cottage was too remote, so none of the great powers had taken an interest in it.
That was why Ye Buqu got to pick it up cheaply.
Hearing the puppet's words, Ye Buqu walked into the thatched cottage step by step.
Elsewhere, Ye Hong, having finally escaped his senior sister's demonic clutches, was racing at full speed. His destination was precisely the thatched cottage.
"Faster. If I remember correctly, that cultivation art is inside the thatched cottage. And since it's located in such a remote place, no great power would care about it."
"Perhaps it is still ownerless. If you go now, you can successfully claim the thatched cottage and obtain that cultivation art."
The old man inside the ring spoke continuously, making Ye Hong accelerate several notches further.
Meanwhile, Ye Buqu entered the thatched cottage and found that it truly lived up to its name. There was nothing inside—only a dust-covered wooden table.
"No wonder nobody wanted it. There's nothing here."
Ye Buqu muttered to himself. He walked over to the table and, somewhat dejected, plopped himself down on it. The next instant, a crisp sound rang out.
The table swayed noticeably.
Ye Buqu got down from the table with a face full of confusion. Looking at the table, then at the floor tiles beneath it, he folded his arms and pondered.
"I shouldn't be that heavy, right? This table looks quite sturdy, and it has four legs. Under normal circumstances, sitting on it might make a sound, but it definitely shouldn't shake."