Kapitel 1292: Art of Time

Yu Xuan looked numb, as if she had already accepted her fate. She sat like a puppet and watched the chaos before her as well as the changes of expression on everyone's faces. The roars from the will of the Emperor of Abyss' True World did not seem to affect her. It was as if… she was not a part of this True World.

She stared at the gray-robed old man charging towards her from the sky in the form of a long arc. He used the chance of the chaos to close in on her.

The old man had white hair. His expression was filled with sadness, and there was determination on his face. This person… was Mo Sang, Su Ming's elder!

Mo Sang was no longer the young man Su Ming had seen in Morning Dao Sect, but had instead turned into an old man. His appearance was the exact same… as that of the elder in Su Ming's memories!