d the level.He looked out, and in the distance, within the desert, a figure from ancient times suddenly appeared.That figure, clad in a homespun robe, shrouded a thin frame.Jun Xiaoyao's eyes flashed,...But Mo Xiaoyu, seemed to have an intuition, she didn't step back.

Looking at the figure before me, clad in white robes and with white hair, wearing a mask.

For some reason, she just felt that he wouldn't hurt her.

"What is your name"

A pleasant male voice came, making it sound like he wouldn't be a bad person.

“I… I’m Mo Xiaoyu.”

"is a non-staff member of Emperor Court." a fragmented version left.What Yu Qingning cultivated was a flawed version.However, now, the complete version of the Yaochi Xianjing is in Jiang Shengyi's hands."Sage, this is a stroke of great fortu...