Chapter 1793: Setting the Trap

lose to them.As death approached, a hint of serenity washed over the woman. The hatred and anger in her eyes faded, replaced by a newfound tenderness as she gazed at the man coughing blood relentlessl...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.undation is constantly draining away.In the strict sense, the azalea that Lu Ye saw on the ghost ship was not her true body, but a manifestation of her soul.That's why she could constantly regress thr...