The Nascent Soul Patriarch, who had recently returned from Xiaonantian, was well accustomed to such trivial scenes, yet he still found his curiosity piqued and decided to stay and watch how things unfolded.
"Very well." Fang Wenfeng sneered and nodded. "Grandpa Zhou, show yourself!"
As Fang Wenfeng's voice trailed off, the tent behind her pulled open. An elder with the hair of a crane and the complexion of a child, possessing a towering and majestic physique, stepped out. A gentle smile hung on his face as he took a few strides forward to stand by Fang Wenfeng's side.
Chapter 142