ng cry.If it wasn't this bird, but the manifestation of a terrestrial leaf spirit's spiritual power, she would have probably held it up in reverence.Lu Ye's forehead bulged with a blue vein as he corr...Moments later, Lu Ye sat in a partitioned room, with screens blocking prying eyes. The demon cultivator was gone without a trace, but before leaving, she told Lu Ye to wait here. Someone in charge would soon come to trade with him. If he had any other instructions, he could shake the nearby bell and someone would attend to him.

On the table stood a pot of freshly brewed tea. Lu Ye poured himself a cup and took a sip. Immediately, his expression changed to one of surprise. This was no ordinary tea; within the brew lay a trace of spiritual energy, though faint, it was undeniably present.der the cover of night, the sound of footsteps on dry leaves could be heard.>>Time flies, and after three days, Lu Ye's injuries had mostly healed. He had also finished sorting through the contents of...