She sighed softly. The more Changtian understood human nature and worldly affairs, the shrewder and more ruthless he became. It seemed that, just as he suggested, the future of this little cultivator was rather bleak. It appeared that not only was her own cultivation journey full of hardship and difficulty, but even within the Immortal Sect, it wasn't easy for the young disciples to secure a firm standing.
Before she could dwell on it further, another customer approached her stall. This cultivator had a long, three-bearded mustache and looked quite like an immortal with an air of Daoist nobility. He glanced at the sign in front of Ning Xiaoxian's stall before speaking up: "Young friend, are you interested in purchasing a Pill Furnace?"
