Time flows like sand through fingers, quietly slipping away.
In just a few days, Master Nine Profound brought news — he could travel with the trade caravan.
Chen Sheng felt a stir in his heart. Being meticulous in his actions, he began to handle the matters of his cave dwelling.
After all, he had to go all in on his disguise as a poor Sword Cultivator.
He thought for a moment and then shamelessly approached Jin Kaiyuan.
The other was quite generous, not only refraining from ridicule but also readily agreeing to help him deal with the cave dwelling matters, though the undeniable sense of superiority in his eyes almost overflowed when looking at Chen Sheng.
It seemed the embarrassment suffered at the auction previously found an outlet in facing Chen Sheng, a Loose Cultivator with a Fake Pill.
Chen Sheng was well aware, but kept his composure, expressed gratitude, and after receiving the over ten thousand Spirit Stones returned to him, he began to pack up and prepare to leave.
