In the bamboo chair, the old man opened his eyes, and at that moment, a pair of cold lightning swords swept through the air and swept towards Su Yi and the others.


    Yuan Heng and Bai Wenqing froze, feeling the oppressive aura coming towards them.


    Ling Yunhe''s pupils narrowed.


    Qing Ya seemed to be taken aback by the soul-destroying gaze of the old man, and took a step back.


    Only Su Yi stood there with his hands on his back, his expression calm and unaware.