"Draw your sword." Under the big tree, the man leaning against its trunk looked at Lu Ye calmly.Lú Yè quietly watched him.>>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”wasn't as fervent as Xing Mo. He sensed something amiss and whispered, "What did the Lord just say What does 'my lord' mean"This address made him unable to ignore it. Tiansheng was already one of the...