Over the years, his aunt had seemingly given up, yet she had never married, declaring to everyone that she wanted to devote herself solely to cultivation.
But everyone in the family knew that this was merely an excuse. His aunt was still deeply in love with Elder Lingmu, Xie Yichu.
It was just that Elder Lingmu had rarely left his sect over the years, so his aunt had not even had a chance to see him.
Now that he had finally heard that Elder Lingmu had taken a disciple, he wondered if he could try saving the nation by a roundabout route and at least secure his aunt a chance to meet him.
Even if they could not be lovers, they could still be friends.
With this thought, Jimo Xiubai flashed Xue Fuyao a brilliant smile. His peach-blossom eyes curved, making the red tear mole at the corner of his eye particularly striking, like a fox that could steal one's soul.
However, although Xue Fuyao looked young, only eight years old, her age across both lives totaled several decades. She had no interest whatsoever in a young boy who had yet to grow into his looks.
Besides, did she look like someone who could be bewitched by beauty? What a joke. She was in no mood for that. They were merely handsome men; in her eyes, they were all painted skeletons.
She had better leave quickly. She still had another place to go, and the things in Big Treasure's mouth needed to be dealt with too.
For goods of such dubious origin, disposing of them undetected through normal channels was certainly impossible. But she did not want to sell them cheaply either, so there was only one place she could go: the Ghost Market's auction.
Although the Black Market's whereabouts