Chapter 27: The Special Draw
"So, you just killed him, huh?"
Bu Lige was momentarily speechless, unsure how to even respond.
Judging by the intensity of the soul projection alone, the intruder had likely been a peak-level powerhouse at Pathseeker. Yet, in front of the boss, he was squashed like an ant.
Bu Lige shot a thoughtful glance at Luo Chuan, who was lounging like a lazy fish on his rocking chair. He now fully understood one universal truth: appearances can be deceiving.
The boss might look approachable and easygoing, but when it came to action, he was ruthless.
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After wandering around the store, Bu Lige emerged with a pack of spicy strips and a bottle of cola in hand. Of course, his space ring was now 100 spirit crystals lighter.
For an ordinary cultivator, such lavish spending would be financially crippling.
But Bu Lige wasn't just anyone—he was the son of the Southern Protector.