As the night deepened, the Great Hall of Five Poison.
Ling Yuanjing held an urgent report in his hand, recalling that figure, and then he also remembered the figure of the Ghost Swordsman from Xuanqing Mountain, and in his mind, the two images constantly overlapped, forming a perfect silhouette.
At that moment, a hearty laugh came from outside the hall.
"Pill Book, I heard that Ling'er is to be married tomorrow, and the man appears to be one blessed with great destiny?"
As the voice approached, in came an elderly man clad in purple, his face full of smiles and his head covered with gray hair.
The elder was neither tall nor burly, with a face full of wrinkles, marked by the years, and his cloudy eyes seemed to tell a story.
This man was none other than Feng Lingyue, the great elder of the Five Poison Sect.
