"What a Tiger of Jinling!"
After Li Xuan and the other left, Zhu Chiling snorted coldly and walked into the Demon Market. He then looked around in puzzlement: "Why are there no demons here at all?"
At that moment, a middle-aged man, looking like a shopkeeper and holding a bundle, walked out of a tavern.
Zhu Chiling couldn't bother hiding his identity any longer. He directly lifted his mask: "Are you the proprietor of 'Tianwang Pavilion'? I am Zhu Chiling from Liudao Division, and I have a question for you—"
Before he could finish his words, the middle-aged man instantly closed his eyes and his face turned pale. His body shook like a sieve as he trembled, "I won't say anything! Don't think about using Illusion Technique on me. You've ruined my reputation once, do you want to do it again? His Majesty the Demon King won't let you get away with it."
