As the sword light faded, a group of people appeared not far from Zhao Hai and the others. When Zhao Hai saw these people, he finally felt as if he was in the world of cultivation. One of them was dressed in a white cultivator's robe and stood on a large sword. His clothes were whiter than snow, and the sword glowed with a cold light. It was really cool!
The leader of these people was a silver-haired Flower Man. His hair was tied up on his head, and three strands of silver silk fluttered in front of his chest. He looked unspeakably handsome.
The old man looked at old man of heart prison and smiled. He cupped his fist at old man of heart prison and said, " &Quot; I didn't expect brother heart prison to lead the team personally. Jian Feng is right. &Quot;
