Chapter 9: Identification

ams echoed through the air as the cultivators from Wanmo Ridge, wounded by Lu Ye's weapons and Yi Yi's spells, cried out in pain.The way ahead is clear, having broken through the obstacles. Under the...The corpulent monk sitting behind the desk took out a palm-sized jade slip from his storage pouch. He raised his eyes to look at Lu Ye, and said, “Name, origin, and cultivation level”picious light enveloped everything, making even his external soul body feel comfortable all over.What is thisAlthough Chu Zhu didn't know what it was, he immediately realized that this seven-colored d...