He turned his head to glance at the Yaochi Saintess, only to find her standing there silently, expressionless and serene, seemingly indifferent to and unconcerned by everything happening around her.
Her gaze was not fixed on the grey-robed old man, but rather on the flowers and plants nearby.
The grey-robed old man did not cease his advance, walking forward with his hands behind his back. As the distance closed, Moyang’s face grew pale; a tremendous pressure washed over him, as if it were about to crush him into dust.
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