A week or so passed by in the blink of an eye.
On this day, Liu Ming was sitting cross-legged in meditation in a secret chamber, when he suddenly heard a clamor from outside!
His heart stirred, and upon scanning with his divine sense, his expression changed slightly.
He immediately stood up, transformed into a streak of black light, and shot rapidly out of the courtyard. Within a few flashes, his figure appeared at the entrance of the Bamboo Residence.
The previously serene clearing in the bamboo forest was now crowded with people.
Among them was a middle-aged man in opulent clothing whom he recognized—it was the inn owner, Owner Mr. Yan, who was talking with a bitter face to a dozen gray-robed Devil Men.
"Why are you so dense, innkeeper? Our young master thinks this place has a nice environment and wants to reserve it. As for the price, everything is negotiable," said one of the burly gray-robed men.
