C1128 Great Saint Golden Crow

Luo Ke's voice had just fallen.

The golden-robed Daoist at the side waved his hand: "If you think that I am Xiao Yao, then so be it. But if I lose later, it won't be Xiao Yao losing, but me losing."

After saying that, the golden-robed Daoist couldn't help but laugh.

"Fine. That is a bit shameless, but I am just a remnant of the Dao mark