ene happened. The man raised his hand and unleashed a blood art technique, meeting the oncoming attack head-on.In a deafening roar, two blood arts collided. Shockingly, the blood art of the Blood Race...Moments later, Lu Ye sat in a partitioned room, with screens blocking prying eyes. The demon cultivator was gone without a trace, but before leaving, she told Lu Ye to wait here. Someone in charge would soon come to trade with him. If he had any other instructions, he could shake the nearby bell and someone would attend to him.

On the table stood a pot of freshly brewed tea. Lu Ye poured himself a cup and took a sip. Immediately, his expression changed to one of surprise. This was no ordinary tea; within the brew lay a trace of spiritual energy, though faint, it was undeniably present.this world, even when facing off against the elder ancestors of the human race, they never fall behind. If they rely on the Blood River, they can even temporarily hold their own against many opponent...