Although there was a blurry " barrier " separating them, Xu Qi. an could imagine the face of the white-robed sorcerer. It was. little serious, a little ugly,. little gloomy ...
or should I call you 'Xu Pingfeng', if that's your real name? "
The white-robed sorcerer did not answer. The valley fell silent, and the father and son looked at each other in silence.
One of them was dressed in white, while the other was covered in blood.
The wind ruffled the corners of the white-robed Sorcerer's clothes. He sighed as if he had lost something, and slowly said, "
"How did you find out?"
"Guess," Xu Qi 'an grinned, his eyes full of disdain.
His face was pale and Haggard, and his ragged clothes were soaked in sweat and blood. However, after he revealed their identities, the arrogance in his eyes became stronger and stronger.
"Through the divination art ..." The white-robed Warlock muttered to himself for a moment.
Xu Qi 'an sneered.
