e thought, Lu Ye had mistaken her. Although she knelt down and begged for mercy the moment she saw Lu Ye, when asked to deceive the cultivators of her own clan, she showed great resistance, as if she...Moments later, Lu Ye sat in a partitioned room, with screens blocking prying eyes. The demon cultivator was gone without a trace, but before leaving, she told Lu Ye to wait here. Someone in charge would soon come to trade with him. If he had any other instructions, he could shake the nearby bell and someone would attend to him.

On the table stood a pot of freshly brewed tea. Lu Ye poured himself a cup and took a sip. Immediately, his expression changed to one of surprise. This was no ordinary tea; within the brew lay a trace of spiritual energy, though faint, it was undeniably present.ivation at the seventh level of Zhenhu Lake was far superior to Lu Yiye's. There was no defense he could mount against my attack.Every cut that falls is a brand new wound, blood splashing like broken...