Chapter 1793: Setting the Trap

decades, no one has cleaned them. Buildings on the spiritual peaks are dilapidated. The past bustle and prosperity have long since turned into silence. The entire Mt. Zhǔ feels like an elderly man at...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.e didn't think Lu Ye would just accept his fate like this. After all, the Lord had said that Lu Yiye definitely had a way to leave this secret realm. But relying only on meditation to leave, Yu Daiwei...