a moment, a tremendous roar echoed from the depths of Mistveil Mountain, accompanied by violent surges of arcane energy.When the Wanmo Ridge cultivators received the news and rushed over, they only sa...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.lthough the formation is formidable, with Sī Nán in command, it would be difficult for Lù Yè to forcefully break through. Moreover, his current state wouldn't allow for such a maneuver.But Lu Ye broke...