However, seeing that Mo Heng was silent and didn’t want to say anything, Su Yu naturally didn’t ask any more questions.
“Go in,”Su Yu said.
Under Mo Heng’s lead, the two of them came to the giant sword of the famous sword Saint Clan.
At the entrance, there was a white-haired, red-haired old man who was covered in flames. He was sitting there, checking the invitation letters of the people who entered one by one.
The checking process was very slow, so there was a small line in front of the door.
Unfortunately, Su Yu actually saw a familiar person.
It was the wind ancient Zen, who had killed his companion in the abandoned civilization and later pursued Xia Jingyu in the pear blossom illusion.
At this moment, the wind ancient Zen was just an escort. Beside him was a dignified middle-aged woman with an extraordinary temperament, holding an invitation letter in her hand.
“Is the Wind clan still at the Saint Clan Level?”Su Yu was slightly surprised.
