That appearance was like, a desiccated corpse frozen in the snowy mountains for a thousand years… this withered face.
'Long Xiruo' frowned slightly, looking at the appearance of 'Tianxin Seventy-First Generation', "The heavy aura of death on you is truly unprecedented… what exactly did you do to make yourself remain?"
"Thank you for Lord Long's concern." 'Tianxin Seventy-First Generation' sneered at this moment, still looking calm… Only his hands were hanging down, with blood continuously flowing, truly unable to be associated with confidence.
"Who cares about your life or death." 'Long Xiruo' also sneered: "The Clothed Daoist depleting Heaven's mystery was already a great taboo. Since Heaven is unwilling to keep you, there's nothing more to say."
"I wonder how Lord Long views the current world?" Tianxin Seventy-First Generation was not angry, instead seriously asked.
"The present world?" 'Long Xiruo' frowned.
