The crowd turned around.
Mo Yunsheng was rushing over.
"Sheng'er?" The middle-aged man muttered.
He seemed a little surprised that Mo Yunsheng was involved in this affair.
"Uncle." Mo Yunsheng bowed respectfully in front of the middle-aged man. "This matter has little to do with Old Feng. It's all caused by him."
After speaking, he pointed at Lin Fan.
The middle-aged man's sharp gaze turned to Lin Fan, cold as frost, sharp as a sword.
He looked him up and down, unable to see anything special.
Just an ordinary young man.
His cultivation realm was only that of a Third Rank Saint Emperor, an existence like an ant.
Why would Sheng'er point the finger at him? Sheng'er was a Half-step Lower Heavenly Venerate, why would he be entangled with someone like this?
"And you are?" the middle-aged man asked coldly.
"He's my friend!"
The crowd was all surprised when Mo Ningxiang suddenly spread her arms, standing in front of Lin Fan.
"Xiang'er?"
