Chapter 1793: Setting the Trap

shed speaking and turned to enter the wormhole.Along the path, torches burned every few paces. This common light source, almost every cultivator would carry many in their storage pouches, for who know...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. the third floor of the wooden house, Lu Ye settled down. While Hua Ci treated his wounds, he fell into a deep sleep.I've been fighting nonstop for days, with little to no rest. I'm completely exhaust...