C182 Token Concealment

At the end of the alley was a dead end.

Although there was nowhere to go, for the three Xiantian realm martial artists, the old beggar, the cloth-clothed middle-aged, and Lin Yemao, there was truly nowhere to go!

When the three of them reached a dead end, the old beggar did not stop his steps. Instead, he pushed off the ground with his feet and shot up like a rocket