As soon as the legendary figure appeared on the continent, all the believers knelt down in fear.
Arthur, rodno, Edward ... the glorious sunlight Sage, who was surrounded by the black gas, let out a long sigh and called out the names of every Saint."It's been a long time,"
He was wearing a snow-white robe, and his entire body was half-hidden in the black mist. Other than the changes in his hair and eyes, everything else was the same as before.
The Holy disciples stood together with the cultivator at the forefront. He reached out to cover his collar, but the medal on it had disappeared.
"You ..." The cultivator opened his mouth with difficulty. This was really not a good time to reminisce.
Perhaps it was because of the change in faith, the appearance of the sage of the sun did not make the Saints ecstatic. Instead, they felt an indescribable sense of panic.
