"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.,This cultivator surnamed Yang was a small manager on the mine. Lu Ye often interacted with him because he exchanged Qi Blood Pills from him, so they were quite familiar with each other.,Though he admired Lu Ye, there were no special perks for him. As long as he hadn't opened his spiritual root, the chasm between ordinary people like Lu Ye and cultivators remained unbridgeable.。