ess, Lu Ye shook the blood off his long blade. Several cultivators from the Wàn Mó Lǐng camp lay defeated around him, their faces contorted in pain. Lu Ye's brow was furrowed with concern.He felt som...The elder apologized, but the young man would not let it go. He simply hummed in response.

Santian Island, Santian Island, everyone calls it that. But where the cultivators on Santian Island actually come from, no one knows.

>>anticipated this, directly cutting off their words and leaving the members of Kuang Dao Men with no chance at all.He glanced deeply at Lu Ye, then the man raised his hand and threw a storage bag. Lu Y...