"Ha, what a majestic Lingxiao Saint Master!"
When Mo Ruoyan heard this, his expression immediately changed, his brow furrowed, and his face was full of coldness.
Unexpectedly, someone dared to speak to him, the Lingxiao Saint Master, in this way.
The voice seemed to emanate just behind him.
"Who is it!" Mo Ruoyan shouted coldly and then turned around.
Soon after, Mo Ruoyan saw a young figure and a face that he wished he could tear apart.
"It's you!" Followed by Mo Ruoyan spit out fiercely!
No wonder that voice sounded so familiar, making him so displeased.
But in the next moment, Mo Ruoyan's majestic face suddenly underwent a tremendous change, his eyes widened incomparably, as if he had seen a ghost!
Mo Ruoyan saw that on that boy's right hand, he was holding a hugely decrepit, elderly, tattered, and scarred body, and although this body had changed so much, Mo Ruoyan instantly recognized that this was their Lingxiao Sacred Land's Ancestor Yuann Yao!
