of grievances, had nowhere to vent them.As the powerful words of the experts in Wan Mo Ling fell, Lu Ye, clad in blood qi, charged towards the female cultivator of the Holy Fire Sect. His murderous a..."Draw your sword." Under the big tree, the man leaning against its trunk looked at Lu Ye calmly.

Lú Yè quietly watched him.

>>ling and working hard along the way, and they needed a break. However, some of the information Lu Ye had revealed to them before was extraordinary, especially regarding Tang Xiaoyue. She was eager to...