A white-haired young man could be seen walking slowly from the horizon. His pace looked extremely unhurried, yet with every step he crossed a vast distance, arriving right in front of the middle-aged man in the blink of an eye.
The middle-aged man, Qiu Shi, felt his pupils violently contract. He flicked his finger against the beast-skin drum, and the surrounding black fog that had been blown away immediately began to converge, forming several black mists hovering around him.
With an unpredictable expression, Qiu Shi said in a deep voice, "You must be the person who can cast ancient restrictions, am I right?"
Chapter 1503