Chapter 6060: Radiant Aura
âWhere did you get it? Speak the truth.â Li Qiye demanded.
âI... picked it up by chance.â The owner hesitated briefly.
âPicked it up?â Six-style had a skeptical expression because if this lucky cat were so magical, it wouldnât have been left unguarded.
âGot a problem with it?â The owner said aggressively and glared at her.
âWhere?â Li Qiye asked.
âIt was in front of my shop one morning, it had to be a treasure from heaven to bring me wealth.â The owner said.
âA ghost like you shouldnât believe in heaven and moreover, sheâs not a treasure.â Li Qiye chuckled.
âHa, close enough.â The owner chuckled awkwardly: âAll in all, it worked so I have to keep it around.â
âThink about it carefully, it might bring death instead of wealth.â Li Qiye didnât resort to force.
âYoung Noble, scaring me wonât work. I hear threats too often.â The owner staggered backward and didnât agree.â
âI donât need to resort to threats. I can just kill you and take it if I want to right now.â Li Qiye said.
âYoung Noble, thereâs no way a benevolent figure such as yourself will take my humble possession.â He became stiff and frightened, holding the lucky cat tighter.
âForget it, Iâm a cultured individual, not a robber.â Li Qiye waved his hand: âLet me know if you change your mind later.â
They found that more people had arrived at the major ghost market during their stroll. After a while, a packed corner attracted Li Qiyeâs attention.
All eyes were on a pagoda placed on the ground. It automatically released waves of power without being controlled.
The waves made others breathless - a testament to its power. Desolate gods and emperors were on the scene, equally amazed by this treasure.
âThe primal level.â One desolate god shuddered.
âSo I was right, this is a primal weapon.â One cultivator remarked.
Some had suspected this but now, the desolate god had confirmed it. Only one person in Sin could craft a similar weapon - Immortal Suppressor.
How were they lucky enough to come across one here?
âWhy is it here in the major ghost market?â A first-timer asked, unable to come up with why the mightiest cultivator left their treasure here.
âThe major ghost market has everything, primal ancestors do the same thing as we do. It could have been left behind willingly or from losing a bet.â Another said.
While everyone else only cared about the pulsing pagoda, Li Qiye observed the man sitting after it.
His embroidered robe was created with the utmost care. Every stitch and pattern were done perfectly. He was clean and rigorous, akin to a noble born with a golden spoon.
Unfortunately, a mortal noble could never possess his radiant aura. Though he was older, time left no marks on him.
He became a source of serenity amidst the rowdy market, completely unaffected by their boisterous shoutings.