"Ah!"
Daoist Master Xuan's face twisted with rage, veins bulging on his face as his anger surged, nearly driving him insane. Suddenly, a mouthful of old blood spurted forth.
His hair hung disheveled, and his expression was deeply saddened, filled with immense pain.
"Hahaha, dear father-in-law, what's wrong? Won't you stop and let your son-in-law take a good look at you!"
The sound of wild laughter echoed again.
Jiang Shi, who had been charging forward, suddenly halted, his face darkening as his gaze turned cold and formidable.
A vast expanse of blizzard swept in all directions.
Day turned to night.
The north wind was sharp as knives!
In front of the two, a tall figure, clad in a black robe and with an unnaturally youthful appearance, stood quietly amidst the snowstorm, his face full of a deep smile, as if he had been waiting here for a long time.
Too young.
Impossibly young!
Not at all like an old antique who has lived for over three thousand years.
