He turned back to glance at the Yaochi Saintess, only to find her still expressionless, standing quietly with a serene expression, seemingly indifferent and unconcerned about everything around her.
Her gaze was not on the grey-robed old man, but rather on the flowers and plants beside her.
The grey-robed old man kept walking, hands behind his back, approaching step by step. As the distance closed, Mo Yang's face began to pale slightly, for a vast and mighty pressure was rolling toward him, as if seeking to crush him directly.
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