"A slave to the mines, a slave he shall remain…" Lu Ye comforted himself with these words. Compared to those who had been killed, at least he was still alive.,Liu Lao Da's forehead was battered, blood blurring his vision. He could vaguely see Lu Ye approaching him and scrambled away in fear: "Spare my life! My brothers didn't know it was you coming. We thought it was someone else... Spare my life!",He had also secretly assessed that even the lowest-cultivation cultivator in Xieyue Valley could easily beat ten of him.。