into it, it was clearly rejected by some kind of force.It feels like opening a storage bag that doesn't belong to you.Since Lu Ye was a smart one, he surmised that this thing might also have a lockin...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”sely because of this reason that the eleven men charged forward incessantly, showing no intention of engaging with the eighty cultivators.Even if the cultivators of Zhōrì Shān desperately tried to sto...