Chapter 1793: Setting the Trap

thers lay dead on the ground. Even Wu Xie’s lifeless form was unmistakable."I bet Brother Ye is very curious about how I got these injuries," Zhuang Bufan said, his pale face now showing a hint of red...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.t as his talent tree's power unfolded, that consciousness clearly sensed the cunning of his methods. Knowing it couldn't hold him and would even be drained by him, it stopped forcing the issue.Please...