lled Zijinmen.The stream of light veered sharply and crashed outside the large array of lights.Outside the luminous screen, a white-bearded old man with ruddy complexion stood silently. This elder had...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.eyes over. There were eight face masks laid out before him. The top one was a ghastly green-faced, fang-baring devil mask, the second a sharp-nosed, sly fox mask with slitted eyes. The remaining mask...
Chapter 1793: Setting the Trap