Chapter 72: Do You All Want to Die?

The manager craned his head, looking at the source of the voice. It was a room on the eighth floor, and he recalled which sect he was from.

According to the rules of the Precious-Tree House, he couldn’t reveal the identity of the other party. "My friend, why did you say so?" he asked with a smile.

"Don’t say a word. We must get this box of Sedative Icy Pills. Start your auction right away," said the cold, gloomy voice.

The manager felt a bit angry at the fellow’s impertinence, but he forced himself to calm down. "We are all practitioners, why do you act so aggressively?" he asked patiently.

The man sneered. "We are acting according to the rules. What’s the problem?"

The manager narrowed his eyes, wondering if they were here to cause trouble. His expression cooled. "You do know that this is Chaonan City?!" he asked, a hint of warning in his voice.

"Of course I know that."