Chapter 1793: Setting the Trap

In the room, Lu Ye was shirtless, sitting cross-legged on his bed.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.array. Others simply wouldn't be capable of it.Therefore, Hua Ci could never possibly get in.There was no reaction whatsoever on the battlefield marks.Let me know if you have any other text you'd like...