Besides, the market city belongs to the Demon Race City, the Sect doesn't have the right to intervene excessively.
In any case, time waits for no one.
Lu Wufei became even more determined to stir things up this time.
After observing from above the market, he was about to go down.
Suddenly.
A figure in a white robe flew out from a pavilion below, quickly appearing beside him.
"Bai, long time no see..."
Seeing the figure of Saint Bai He in a white robe, Lu Wufei was not surprised, and greeted him with a smile.
Although he concealed his own aura, he did not do so intentionally. It didn't seem strange that Saint Bai He, with his cultivation, could find him.
"Indeed, it has been a long time..."
Looking at Lu Wufei in a black robe, Saint Bai He smiled.
Immediately noticing Lu Wufei's increasingly profound aura, he inspected it closely, and couldn't help expressing surprise: "It's only been twenty years, but it seems like you've made great progress in your cultivation...?"
