Xue Fuyao went to the teahouse in Cloud Crossing Town out of habit, hoping to inquire about the Ghost Market.
But she had only just sat down when she heard two people at a nearby table talking as though no one else were around.
"Have you heard? Apparently, something good is about to emerge over at Consort Ming Mountain."
"Really? Who told you that?"
"Of course it's true. I heard plenty of Golden Core Stage and Nascent Soul Realm cultivators have already gone there. Even mighty Spirit Transformation Realm cultivators have been stirred into action. Whatever emerges on Consort Ming Mountain this time must be an extraordinary treasure."
"Oh, keep boasting. If it really were that impressive, those major powers would keep the news under wraps. How could they possibly let you hear about it?"
"I'm telling the truth. I'm a dog if I'm lying! A close friend of mine is a disciple of the Heavenly Secret Pavilion. This news came from the Heavenly Secret Pavilion's divinations."
The man was still absorbed in figuring out how to convince his friend that he was telling the truth, completely unaware that someone already had their eye on him.
Just then, a burly man with his chest and nipples exposed suddenly came up behind him and set a broad palm on his shoulder.
Feeling the oppressive aura behind him, the man instantly went rigid. He slowly turned his head to look behind him, and when he saw the face of the man standing there, he sucked in a breath of cold air.
"L-Lieyan."
Seeing that the man recognized him, Lieyan curled his lips into what he considered a harmless smile.
As for its effect, one look at the cultivator, who was nearly fainting from fright, was enough to show how terrifying that smile