Chapter 9: Identification

this match.No sooner had the words left his mouth than Lu Ye rushed towards him at top speed.The cultivator from the Wan Mo Ridge secretly cursed, for he was a soldier cultivator by nature. When choo...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”tirred in his heart, the kind that signaled a change from within.A solemn expression clouded his face, even his delicate brows furrowed in concern.Upon seeing Lu Ye's attire, he instantly understood w...