e the last move he used was surprisingly the windmill technique...When Lu Ye first practiced this secret art, he had thought about whether the insect race would also have its inheritance. After all, Q...Moments later, Lu Ye sat in a partitioned room, with screens blocking prying eyes. The demon cultivator was gone without a trace, but before leaving, she told Lu Ye to wait here. Someone in charge would soon come to trade with him. If he had any other instructions, he could shake the nearby bell and someone would attend to him.

On the table stood a pot of freshly brewed tea. Lu Ye poured himself a cup and took a sip. Immediately, his expression changed to one of surprise. This was no ordinary tea; within the brew lay a trace of spiritual energy, though faint, it was undeniably present.e earliest one among them can be traced back three hundred years ago, even the last one to arrive, Wang Taisheng, was a hundred years ago.No matter what race they were born into, once they enter this...