the Xian Yuan Guard, the chains tightened, compressing her ample figure into a series of fleshy bands. The stout woman gritted her teeth and roared, surging blood qi emanating from her body, nearly so...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”is not as convenient as it is with the Língxī Battlefield. Even a zong's garrison commander stationed at a base on the Yún Hé Battlefield who does not return to the Jiǔzhū region can still communicate...