ht flashed past Lu Ye, he slashed down with his blade.Two figures stood facing away from each other, completely motionless.Everyone held their breath.A sharp cry echoed, "Achoo!" Lu Ye's neck spurted...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.everal attempts, Ying Wuji even couldn't help but wonder if this sound-transmitting stone was actually useful.As he was about to put it away, he glanced around furtively, like someone with a guilty co...