Chapter 9: Identification

but it turned out to be something entirely different.For a moment, many Wanmo Ridge cultivators were caught off guard by the poisonous miasma.The next moment, a cry arose: “It’s poison!”Hold your brea...The corpulent monk sitting behind the desk took out a palm-sized jade slip from his storage pouch. He raised his eyes to look at Lu Ye, and said, “Name, origin, and cultivation level”le match for a widow... This is clearly someone who blames others after taking advantage. Someone who can utter such nonsense, where can they possibly find nobilityIf it weren't for all that had happe...