Chapter 1793: Setting the Trap

Ye: "Take off your shirt.">>This reminded Lu Ye of the time when his sect master sent him to the Lingxi Battlefield in a deserted wilderness before he became the headmaster. It seemed like that place...A moment later, the ghost cultivator knelt on one knee before Lu Ye, his expression respectful. Having refined the blood essence, the ghost cultivator naturally felt a sense of awe towards Lu Ye.d them, because even if a cultivator at the Ninth Layer of the Cloud River Realm made a move, it would be impossible to be so clean and neat.Oh no, that's really bad luck!Being sent out to carry out s...