his own rank, few contemporaries could match him in combat.Especially the way he wields his broadsword, with sweeping attacks that are like a hurricane tearing through leaves. While Lu Ye's swordsman...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.miao desperately urging her spiritual power, she was still unable to stop it even a fraction, only watching death approach bit by bit.Suddenly, a chubby figure came barreling from the side, knocking h...