Chapter 1793: Setting the Trap

The corpulent monk sitting behind the desk took out a palm-sized jade slip from his storage pouch. He raised his eyes to look at Lu Ye, and said, “Name, origin, and cultivation level”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. tent remained, Mu Ling had been waiting and took good care of him.But as she was treating him, Lu Ye had already fallen into a deep sleep.I've been running around these past few days, fighting in one...