"It seems you're quite confident, young friend. I'd hoped to strike a deal with you—a win-win arrangement."
True Immortal Beiwǔ gave Shang Yue a long, searching look, then led the way into the trading area. He left him with a final remark: "That man comes with ill intent. Think it over, young friend. You can join forces with me whenever you wish."
Once True Immortal Beiwǔ entered the shop, others streamed in after him. The bold placed orders at once, while the doubtful began asking questions, wary of buying defective goods.
After all, goods of inferior quality had been sold cheaply under false pretenses before.
Shang Yue remained where he was. He had no time to consider True Immortal Beiwǔ's invitation and brushed it off.
By then, his thoughts were a tangled mess.
Ye Zhetian? King's Divine Weapons? I haven't read many novels, but don't try to fool me!
The thought that one of the city lord candidates might be Heavenly Emperor Ye from Shrouding the Heavens left him with a whirl of emotions. It felt as though an avalanche and mudslide had struck just as he was about to reach the summit of his life.
If he's Ye Fan, where did those other Immortal Techniques come from?! But if he isn't Ye Fan, where did he get those things?!
Shang Yue soon spotted the snag, but one serious question remained: Even if it's a name, title, or nickname, it has to be a name he genuinely accepts before it can be engraved on the tower.
Could Ye Zhetian really be that Ye Fan?!
He had no time to sort out his thoughts. While Shang Yue was still reeling from the sheer number of weapons, another shop suddenly began to appear in the nearby void and unveiled its sign.
"Another