Su mo and the sixth elder flew in the sky of the primitive land for less than 15 minutes before they finally found a martial artist from the primitive land.
In front of them, there was an old Daoist with white hair and a ruddy complexion. He sat cross-legged on a black bird that flickered with a metallic luster as he flew toward them.
"Is that su mo?"
Before su mo and the sixth elder could ask, the old Daoist greeted them with a warm smile.
"What?"
Su mo and the sixth elder were surprised and immediately stopped.
"You know me?" Su mo asked in confusion.
"Hehe, I'm here to find you." The metal bird flew to su mo and the sixth elder and stopped.
"What's the matter, senior?" Su mo asked warily. Who was this man? how did he know that he was here?
Moreover, this person's aura was unfathomable, giving off an extremely profound feeling. He seemed to be even stronger than the sixth elder.