Chapter 27: Wizard of the Black Tip

In a bamboo tower, a dozen cultivators were gathered, sitting on seats on both sides.

And sitting in the central main seat was a middle-aged male cultivator, burly in figure, looking about forty years old.

It was indeed the Wizard Wushao.

He was discussing the trade of Rejuvenating Elixirs with cultivators from four other villages.

However, at that moment, his smiling face suddenly changed.

The other cultivators naturally noticed the change in Wizard Wushao's expression, but before they could ask what had happened, Wizard Wushao, without a word of explanation, transformed into a strange light and rushed towards the mountain.

---He had sensed that the shackles he had placed on the deer demon had been broken.

If it weren't for that deer demon, would there have been such a situation where all the major villages had to cautiously attend to him, seeking to buy "Rejuvenating Elixirs"?

To him, the little deer demon was a treasure bowl, a money tree, not to be lost!