Chapter 1793: Setting the Trap

nto the severed palm. But instead of pouring it in, it was more like being devoured.Because in that brief instant, his already withered frame grew even more gaunt as a stick.>Deep down, it feels like...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 distinctly felt a mysterious force surging from some direction. It was as if in that moment, his physical cultivation had been replaced by something else entirely.Stand-in puppet!Xiao Wai has taken...