Ji Wuye scoffed inwardly.
He casually hung the waist tag of a direct disciple of the Cangmiao Sect on his waist.
Pink tassels, symbolizing Yan Hui Peak, hung below the token, swaying gently as the man walked.
Almost instantly, the gaze that had been bothering him vanished completely.
Thousand Oaks City is even more chaotic than other cities.
But the more chaotic the place, the better the information network.
Here, almost everyone knows what the various disciple tokens of the Cangmiao Sect look like, and almost everyone knows what the pink tassels represent.
It turns out that he was one of Yu Yan's apprentices more than ten years ago.
Who dares to mess with Yu Yan's apprentice?
Without a doubt, the other party definitely possesses Yu Yan's divine sense.
In the world of cultivation, the protection of divine consciousness above the Mahayana stage is like a get-out-of-jail-free card in the mortal realm.
Ji Wuye reached out and flicked the pink tassel.
He thought to himself that he shouldn't have worn that black outfit today.
White and pink suit each other better.
He couldn't help but think of Yu Yan's ever-changing white dress with a light pink belt, and his fingers couldn't help but tightly grip the tassel.
The force was so strong, it felt like it was about to tear something apart.
A deep light flickered in the man's eyes as he walked towards the city lord's mansion, amidst the blatant and subtle scrutiny of the crowd.
As they approached the city lord's mansion
Ji Wuye suddenly stopped in his tracks, as if he had seen something.
The man in black stood in front of a small stall, his eyes fixed on a pink jade bracelet, unable to look away for a long time.
"Fellow Daoist, are you interested in the ornaments on my stall? These are just samples. If you like them, you can move to the Myriad Things Pavilion behind me."
The old man sat by the stall with a smile on his face.
Seeing Ji Wuye stop in front of the stall, he pointed to the attic passage behind him.
Ji Wuye raised his eyes.
Without much hesitation, the man stepped inside.
The old man's eyes lit up when he saw him go in.
He thought to himself that he could make a fortune again today.
Although the Wanwu Pavilion specializes in trading women's jewelry and magical artifacts, the number of men who come to visit is not insignificant.
There are plenty of young male cultivators like Ji Wuye, and they are extremely generous!
As soon as Ji Wuye entered the Wanwu Pavilion, he received stares from all directions.
These gazes were different from those when we first entered the city.
Although there was no malice intended, it was full of gossip.
Ji Wuye frowned in annoyance; he hated being watched.
Suppressing the urge to turn around and leave, the man went to each counter and began to select items.
Second floor of Wanwu Pavilion
The man, whose face was half-hidden by a mask, had a glint of interest in his eyes when he saw Ji Wuye enter.
Almost immediately, he put down the red women's robe beside him, turned around and went down the stairs.
I was suddenly patted on the shoulder.
Ji Wuye paused in his act of handing the selected jade bracelet to the shopkeeper.
Almost instantly, a wary glint appeared in those phoenix eyes.
Before he could turn around, the masked man had already taken a step forward and stood beside him.
The moment their eyes met, Ji Wuye recognized the person's identity.
On his way out of the city lord's mansion back then.
He was captured by Master Yan...
The other party insisted on taking him as a disciple.
This person suddenly appeared and threw him at the foot of Cangmiao Sect Mountain.
He did indeed throw it; he didn't care where the space he tore apart would take him, nor did he worry about getting injured during the spatial teleportation.
Fortunately, he survived thanks to the protective shield that hit him when he entered the spatial rift.
Ji Wuye gave a half-smile.
In truth, he should be thanking him.
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