thin her, despite her unwillingness to accept this situation, what else could they do but fleeA hand, like that of an eagle's claw, shot out and grabbed the male cultivator.A thick stench of death hun...Along the way, the ghosts kept chattering incessantly, occasionally asking Lu Ye how he was feeling.risoned in Fangcun Mountain, Lu Ye estimated it had something to do with his performance on the Ghost Ship.Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!Hai Tang couldn't possibly...