Chapter 1793: Setting the Trap

, hòng shēng dì chēn shuò le zhè yī jī.Then he scratched his butt with an innocent expression."Pff…" Yiy was almost laughing out loud. That strike's power was simply pathetic, worse than a cultivator...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.u'd like me to translate!He naturally sensed the wood spirit's thoughts, but some things need not be explained. Actions always speak louder than words. Moreover, the Wheel Tree summoned him here speci...