is weapon.The sound of a blade cleaving through flesh echoed, Lu Ye drew his sword and flashed behind the ghost cultivator. He landed softly, shaking the blood from the Pinyuan Blade before sheathing...After a moment of silence, there was no response. Ying Wujī asked again. Still, there was no answer.

After several attempts, Ying Wuji even couldn't help but wonder if this sound-transmitting stone was actually useful.

As he was about to put it away, he glanced around furtively, like someone with a guilty conscience. He clutched the communication stone and whispered, "Blood dripping ancient" bizarre poses. Although this height wouldn't take the cultivators' lives, they all ended up looking rather disheveled.When the land leaves fell, Lu Ye rolled forward with them, coming to a stand and...