Chapter 1793: Setting the Trap

weapon pouch hummed, nine beams of light shot out like tigers bursting from their cages, chasing after the violet-clad Lan as fast as stars catching the moon. The distance of several dozen meters was...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. boat docked. From the spirit boat, figures emerged, their auras either serene or powerful. Leading the way were a man and a woman. Compared to the shabby attire of the cultivators at the gathering po...