The young man who called himself Lin Huan suddenly felt a strong sense of oppression, his teeth clattering uncontrollably, and found himself unable to speak.
At that moment, an aura descended from the sky.
Lin Huan finally felt a bit more comfortable.
He looked up, gazing at the white-robed man on the high platform, and exclaimed with joy, "Third Uncle."
The white-robed man said indifferently, "In this marketplace, are you forbidding Mr. Hong from discussing business? We of the Hundred Skills Sect are a reputable sect, and selling something like a blood corpse early is for the best."
Hong Qingsang laughed heartily and cupped his hands, saying, "Mr. Lin Three truly understands the situation!"
Lin Huan hesitated for a moment, then suddenly turned to Cao Yunfei and said, "Yunfei, since you want to join me, why not simply bring out the blood corpse and sell it to old man Hong?"
Cao Yunfei felt dizzy, staring incredulously at her own dao companion.
