The entire Lingyue City is shrouded in a dark atmosphere, and there is even a faint mist lingering in the air. Demonic cultivators especially like this kind of gloomy and dark place.

Hua Ziyang covered his face and put on a bamboo hat, and with a cold murderous intent in his eyes, he came to the tall building.

"Xueyin Tower!"

There are three bloody ancient characters written on the building's door plate, which makes the whole building look evil.

Xueyin Tower is a famous demonic sect in the Eastern Wasteland, and this place is their branch. They are not afraid of the four major sects in Lingyue City.

Hua Ziyang took a deep breath and walked in. Half a quarter of an hour later, he saw the helmsman of Xueyin Tower. He was a thin, middle-aged man with big mung bean eyes and a cold gaze.

The skinny middle-aged man smiled enthusiastically: "Hua Ziyang, I heard that you were injured? Are you here to seek refuge in my Xueyin Tower?"

Hua Ziyang shook his head.

The skinny middle-aged man's smile faded, and his expression became cold again. Hua Ziyang has great potential, and accepting him as a dog is a good deal.

But since he wasn't here to be a dog, and he was injured now, there was no need to pamper him.

Hua Ziyang sneered in his heart, knowing what he was planning, he didn't waste any time and took out a purple spiritual grass that shone with lightning.

"Thunder Emperor Grass!"

The skinny middle-aged man's eyes lit up and he looked very cheerful.

Hua Ziyang said: "In seven days, the three-monthly auction of Xueyin Tower will begin. This three-hundred-year-old Thunder Emperor Grass is enough to be the finale!"

"Three hundred years?"
Chapter completed!