Chapter 9: Identification

t 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 locking mechanism...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”ed in fury, taking the lead and charging into Feng Huayuan's barracks with his men. At this moment, Feng Huayuan's cultivators had only managed to run out less than fifty feet!Hearing the commotion be...