Celestial Seal Script Ruins

Exchange Building!

Anthony Silvercoin was still lean, unable to regain his round, well-fed figure.

When he saw Yin Ming, he did not fly into the rage Yin Ming had imagined. Instead, his eyes shone, his face full of admiration.

"The first two times, I thought daring to have an in-depth exchange with a succubus warlock was already the limit."

"Who would have thought, who would have thought—you even dared to provoke a real succubus. Truly... the more skilled the artist, the bolder the heart."

Suddenly, Anthony Silvercoin looked around and lowered his voice. "Tell me honestly, do you have some kind of special potion?"

Yin Ming: "..."

He had secluded himself for a month.

He had received no information from the outside world and had no idea how far the matter had fermented.

Now, it seemed that news of Dinaya Aman's death had been sealed away within the Abyss and had not been made public.

After all, the Beck Subplane was known as the Abyss's window for foreign trade and was famed for its absolute safety.

Whether they were wizards, warlocks, Magic Beasts, or Demons, all entrants had their abilities completely restricted. There had never been much sense of security to begin with, yet now even one of the Abyss's own had died in an accident.

This...

It was like a Wild West tavern where everyone had to hand over their guns before entering. For the sake of drinking in peace, everyone accepted the rule.

Then they suddenly discovered that some tough fellow could carry a Gatling gun inside. Who would still dare go in for a drink?

Once Yin Ming understood this, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief and smiled. "No potion. Mainly, I'm in good health! You were in such a hurry to see me just to