"Of course that isn't what I meant. It's just that I've always been used to going my own way and cannot bear restrictions. I have no intention of joining any faction."
"Fellow Daoist Pei, there's no need to persuade me further. Please leave."
Liu Yu refused just as openly as before, utterly unfazed by the threat implicit in Pei Sanjiu's words.
With that, he picked up the teacup beside him. The meaning was obvious.
Pei Sanjiu's expression stiffened at once. He had never expected this alchemist to respond so forcefully. Even invoking the Cultivators' Fellowship had failed to bring him to heel, which instead left Pei Sanjiu uncertain and suspicious.
Could this man have something to fall back on?
With that thought, he narrowed his eyes and gave Liu Yu a long, searching look before turning toward the path out of the valley.
Yet Pei Sanjiu's eyes still flickered as he turned away, seemingly hinting that this matter would not end here.
Liu Yu lifted his black veil and took a gentle sip of tea. A trace of killing intent flashed through him as he watched the man's retreating back.
He's only a rogue cultivator, after all. If he keeps getting in my way, he can't blame me for being ruthless.
So what if he belongs to a group of rogue cultivators?
The Pure Spirit Pills and Purple Spirit Pills had sold for a total of six hundred and fifty spirit stones. Whether he could sell the remaining Silver Ruler and Yellow Fork no longer mattered. What mattered was that the fire at his brows had been put out.
Liu Yu planned to wait until the hour of the Rooster for the remaining two magical artifacts. If they still had not sold by then, he would leave it at that