Mo Xiao gnashed his teeth in hatred. Last time, this di Cheng had confidently said that he would be able to dig up the vine of illusion, but in the end? Nothing!
Not only did the demon venerable not change his opinion of him, he even looked down on him.
As expected, those who talked about sibling relationships with him were not good people!
At this moment, Di Xuanting and a few other big shots were exchanging greetings, waiting for the full moon to rise.
At this moment, the crowd in the distance started to stir.
The crowd raised their heads and looked over. The crowd had already opened up a path and a group of people walked over.
The leader was an old man with white hair and white beard. There were about a hundred people behind him.
Yun Yantian’s pupils contracted. He recognized the old man in the lead. It was third elder Feng of the Feng clan.
What was he doing here?