轉碼失敗！請您使用右上換源切換源站閱讀或者直接前往源網站進行閱讀！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 cultivator would throw a punchLü Yè had expected this sudden attack. Faced with the punch, he remained unfazed. A brilliant light flashed on his ancient and simple Pán Shān Dao, imbued with divine...