Every spell attack was effortlessly deflected by him.The Saintess of the Holy Flame sect, if she truly fought like those cultivators before her, even if she had fallen from the seventh level, she wou...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.Lu Ye estimated that there probably wouldn't be any useful clues in that city.Lu Ye looked again at the opponent who was sparring with the three of them, his eyes narrowing slightly.Because he can no...