Chapter 1919: The Son's Return

Qiao'er's battlefield. She and the male cultivator were whirling their whips, each strike accompanied by sparks of spiritual energy. Qiao Qiao'er had been struck by a whip, half her face swollen high...Standing still, Lu Ye pondered for a long time. approach, immediately opened her eyes and walked over, rubbing her big head against his hand."After some casual chatter, Lu Ye's expression turned serious: 'Fellow cultivator, I still have some matte...