Chapter 1793: Setting the Trap

ifferent.For a moment, many Wanmo Ridge cultivators were caught off guard by the poisonous miasma.The next moment, a cry arose: “It’s poison!”Hold your breath!"Quickly, an antidote pill.""Damn Lu Yiye...A moment later, the ghost cultivator knelt on one knee before Lu Ye, his expression respectful. Having refined the blood essence, the ghost cultivator naturally felt a sense of awe towards Lu Ye.tty serious< This isn't pushing yourself into a fire pit, is it>In the midst of this subtle atmosphere, Lü Qing seemed to have understood something. A look of relief appeared on his face as he bowed...