However, among the slaves in the mines, there were very few who could cultivate their wisdom. Toiling day and night in this dim environment, barely able to even eat enough to sustain themselves, how could they possibly cultivate their minds,Liu Lao Da was still begging for mercy, but Lu Ye pretended not to hear. He grabbed his hair with one hand and raised a stone in the other, smashing it down hard.,That was the glow of spiritual power. In other words, he was attacked by a cultivator!。