's blood ran cold. Gazing at the figure charging toward him, he felt like facing a ferocious ancient beast unleashed from its cage. An indescribable pressure overwhelmed him, making it hard to breath...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”ang's ghost cultivator companion seeing this could only choose to die with him, inwardly cursing that these two were truly crazy.Let me know if you have other text you'd like me to translate!Suddenly,...