Although we could temporarily seal the Hegemon King of Western Chu, the Thunder Sword was still an otherworldly item with great murderous energy. If we sold it, we would indirectly kill people. Being an otherworldly merchant, I had my conscience and code of ethics.

In the end, I agreed with Zen Master Baimei’s suggestion to store the Thunder Sword and the pagoda in the same place so that the two bloody Gods could keep fighting each other without harming innocent people.

Only Zen Master Baimei and I knew the location of the items.

Xiang Yu used to be a powerful warrior when he was alive, and he became an intimidating ghost in death. This end seemed to fit his identity well.

One month went by.

My antique shop didn’t get any new business. Every day, I would read books or surf the Internet as I waited for Yin Xinyue to clock off. We went on walks and had dinner together; I had spent my time leisurely. After one month, Yin Xinyue told me that she had gained three kilograms, which made her too ashamed to meet people....