Of course, they also cared deeply about this group of ordinary people. Mr. Ye gently shook his head, "That's not enough, we must close the door."
At that moment, as a few eyes closed, Spiritual Energy surged behind them, placing a student in the center. In the pitch-black night sky, Ye Feng's eyes burst like a streetlight in the ditch!
"Imagine the floor of a prison!"
Slowly, with the power of the Heavenly Eye, the door completely closed. Mr. Ye exhaled a murky breath, but the frown on his brow did not fade away.
The distinction was blurred. He always had a bad intuition—a feeling of unease, as if he wanted to miss something.
But he didn't think carefully; what he could have done had already been done by something else. What should be encouraged and what should not be encouraged had been used by community tools. If such a group of self-proclaimed experts could make more mistakes, he could only blame his bad luck.
After all, it might be...
Xu Sheng's tomb!
