The Heavenly Burial Art of the Xuanhuan World

The young woman asked timidly, "Does your shop sell absolutely anything?"

Baitian nodded. "If you have enough to trade!"

She pointed at the sky. "Then I want the heavens!"

Baitian's lips curled slightly. "What's your offer?"

Her voice was barely audible. "Would spending a night with you do?"

Baitian froze. "A night in exchange for a day. That doesn't sound too bad. Come on in!"

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