A voice rang out from afar, echoing with a hint of joviality.
"Haha, which friend has come to my Crescent Moon Pill Tower..."
The voice swiftly approached Lan Xiaobu, but as it did, he saw the shopkeeper of the Crescent Moon Pill Tower beneath his foot.
Suddenly, the lively tone was replaced by a chilling intent to kill.
The speaker was a man in his thirties, with sharp eyebrows and thin lips, giving him a handsome appearance.
A peculiar longsword hung over his back, its hilt adorned with a spiderweb-like design surrounding the grip.
"You have quite the nerve, sir. Is my Crescent Moon Pill Tower merely a platform for you to trample upon?" The man's lips curled into a sardonic smile.
Without waiting for further explanation, he summoned his longsword, which flew up with a swirl of eerie, cold sword energy.
An extreme chill enveloped Lan Xiaobu, causing even his thick and powerful true essence to shudder involuntarily.
His divine sense spread throughout the area, making him realize that the threat lay in the hilt of the man's sword.