C210 The Saint Origin Physique

The recent skirmish and the persistent alarm resonating through the sect were bound to draw attention. Surrounded by dozens of people, Xiaoming caressed his mask with a sense of resignation.

"Ah, when it rains, it pours!" he lamented, spinning around to greet the crowd with feigned ease. "Hey there, folks! It's been a while. You all seem to be in fine fettle."

Confronted by familiar faces