He was wearing a dark golden robe, and his face always had a faint smile, making people feel as if they were bathed in spring.

Zhan Wuque's heart moved.

It seems that this person is Mo Tian’s father, Mo Wentian.

Now, as long as Zhan Wuque goes over and asks, he may find his parents' whereabouts.

But he didn't.

If the other party doesn't know whether it is an enemy or a friend, if it is an enemy, and ask rashly, it will be like a frightened person.

After all, it is because his strength is too low.

Compared with the huge Demon Sect, it is much worse.

In fact, let alone Zhan Wuque, Guiyi Sword Sect is much worse than Demon Sect.

In front of the Demon Sect's troops was an old man wearing a blood-red cloak and gray hair.
Chapter completed!