C2924 Purple Frost Gate

In the time it takes for half an incense stick to burn, a streak of light approached the platform and a middle-aged man stepped on a huge sword dressed like a Daoist appeared.

"Greetings, senior..." Everyone present bowed.

Jiang Ting naturally followed the flow.

"There's no need for formalities."

As soon as he finished speaking, the middle-aged man opened his mouth and said