Chapter 9: Identification

r Brother could be kinder to her...The spiritual boat transformed into a streak of light that burst out of the protective formation and swiftly shot away in the distance. The Wanmo Ridge cultivators...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”ing revenge a hundredfold for every slight, seeing me now, he would surely strike me down with a single blow instead of politely asking if I was alright.One strike, and everything that was fine became...