rything imaginable, making it resemble a busy marketplace at its peak.He didn't want to sell the ore. He mainly wanted to know how much these things were worth.After spending most of the day wandering...After a moment of silence, there was no response. Ying Wujī asked again. Still, there was no answer.

After several attempts, Ying Wuji even couldn't help but wonder if this sound-transmitting stone was actually useful.

As he was about to put it away, he glanced around furtively, like someone with a guilty conscience. He clutched the communication stone and whispered, "Blood dripping ancient"ian casually held a sword in his hand and smiled, "In half a year, you've reached the fifth level of cultivation. Your strength has improved too quickly. In fact, sometimes improving too quickly isn't...