e spat out the blood from his mouth, holding a knife in one hand. His breath was weak but his eyes burned with unwillingness, reminiscence, and most of all, no regret.A flash of memory sparked, as if...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” could be as large as infants, significantly bigger than the Haitang before him.A faint smile appeared on Haitang's pale face: "Don't laugh at me, little brother. I am a member of the Smallfolk from F...