Heavenly Peace Market.
Han Qiushui sat at a desk on the third floor, leafing through an account book with his brows tightly furrowed.
After a long while, he set the book down and sighed. "This month was even worse than last month. If this keeps up, we'll be in trouble...!"
Before he finished speaking, a languid voice rang out in the air. "It seems life has been rather difficult for you, Fellow Daoist Han!"
"Who?"
Han Qiushui's expression changed drastically. He sprang to his feet in alarm, a light barrier flashing around him as a small, crystal-clear shield appeared before him.
This was the third floor of Heavenly Peace Market. Its defensive restrictions were so powerful that even a foundation establishment late stage cultivator would struggle to enter.
Yet someone had slipped inside without alerting anyone?
Whoosh...
A faint breeze stirred. Han Qiushui's vision blurred, and a thin, sallow-faced, middle-aged cultivator appeared before him...
At the sight of him, Han Qiushui's expression changed abruptly. Although over a hundred years had passed since they last met, he recognized that face at once.
Yet he could not discern the man's cultivation from his aura at all...
Han Qiushui composed himself and said politely, "Fellow Daoist! It's been a long time! Appearing so silently really gave me quite a fright!"
Ye Han smiled scornfully. This was the same appearance and voice he had used on his first visit to Heavenly Water Market. Had Han Yuwan not recommended the place back then, he might never have come here to sell the Heavenly Treasures he had obtained as spoils...
But he remembered perfectly well that the Black Mountain Cult had only found him and confirmed that he had killed Young Master Black Mountain because Han Qiushui had informed the Black Mountain Cult Leader...
That had