At that thought, Wan Fusheng's slick merchant's smile instantly spread across his face.
"Customer, you truly have remarkable methods. These items are indeed exceedingly valuable. This old man needs to inspect them carefully. Please have a seat; I'll have someone fetch tea from the storeroom at once."
While Wan Fusheng readily agreed, his right hand, hidden beneath the wide sleeve of his crimson robe, silently formed an extremely covert hand seal.
Buzzz.
A faint ripple of spiritual power spread across the floor.
Several hidden talisman bricks in the black-gold stone walls surrounding the chamber glimmered faintly. A soundproof barrier designed specifically to guard against formidable enemies and cut off all talismanic voice transmissions—the Stillwave Formation—had quietly activated.
A heavy, invisible barrier completely isolated the stone chamber from the outside world.
Wan Fusheng's heart settled completely. The way he looked at Su Yueli was like looking at a dead person already lying in a coffin.
Yet he had no idea what kind of monster this "mundane mortal" before him truly was.
Su Yueli stood where she was, her cold gaze quietly watching the little movements beneath Wan Fusheng's sleeve. Her heart remained utterly still; she even found it somewhat amusing.
She had now perfected the early Heaven-Shaking Realm. Her pure physical senses were more terrifying than those of ordinary Ninth Realm cultivators.
To her eyes, the little spiritual-power fluctuation Wan Fusheng thought he had concealed was no different from a red lantern in the night sky.
The abacus beads of these immortal cultivators are practically about to bounce into my face, Su Yueli sneered inwardly.
She did not even intend to interrupt him as he set up the formation, simply watching quietly as he completely sealed the barrier.
The instant the barrier closed, the smile on Wan Fusheng's face vanished without