le, were scattered and erected haphazardly, making the market look like a big mishmash.These buildings were constructed by the cultivators who reside here permanently. There are actually quite a few...On the stage, Zi'an quickly retreated, but a wound was still cut across his chest and abdomen. Facing him, Lu Ye leaned forward and struck again with another blow.

Zi An narrowly dodged a rolling gourd, barely escaping its impact. As she rose to her feet, her body was covered in mud stained crimson with blood, looking utterly dishevelled.

He barely managed to steady himself before a gust of wind hit him from behind. He snarled like a rabid dog, feeling a sharp pain on his head as if something had sliced off a chunk of his scalp.

Thewasn't much of value inside, just some food.We do this mainly to keep it under wraps.Otherwise, a monk wouldn't even have a storage pouch on him, and anyone would know this fellow had a tattooed space...