Listening to the sounds behind her, Ning Zheng's suspicions were finally confirmed.
It really was Li Youzhu!
He truly was the third Demon Cultivator Ancestor in the tomb.
If it weren't for him relying on the display of Qi Fortune to deduce that the Bottle Ancestor was Li Youzhu, backtracking the entire process from the conclusion.
She likely wouldn't have guessed a thing at all.
Because he hid too deeply, too deeply!
It's possible that even the other two Ancestors, the demon men on the mountain, wouldn't know of his scheming, his private feelings.
Crack.
The oil lamp in the Youzhu Bookstore suddenly ignited.
It was still the face of a middle-aged scholar, dressed in a worn-out, elegant long robe, with gentle and refined eyes, carrying the air of a fallen talent.
"Child, come in and take a seat." The middle-aged scholar smiled and walked leisurely back to the counter.
Ning Zheng was not reserved, and walked openly into the house to sit down.
