th 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. Imme...As soon as the words left his mouth, he saw the blood dripping from Lü Ye's Pianshan sword. He couldn't help but be taken aback. "You killed him"

This is really strange, a mere blood eater would dare to kill a member of the Holy Clan! He's lived for so many years and has never seen this before.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.