Lan Ziyi, she sacrificed her own magic weapon. Her magic weapon was only a short sword, a foot long, but the blade shimmered with brilliance, its speed was astonishing, and its killing power was imme...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.torted with anger. He felt played by Lu Ye!>>Song Zhui originally thought Lu Ye would fly out of the spirit ground. In his opinion, as long as Lu Ye dared to leave the spirit ground, he could chase af...