C401 My Front Door Is Always Open

The ancient lamp's wick swayed, and the dark green light shone on the cultivator's face, making him look like a ghost who had died countless years ago.

However, this cultivator didn't have the slightest awareness. He still smiled and looked at Tang Yuan.

Seeing that a Holy Artifact had been taken away by someone else, a trace of hatred flashed across Meng Yuan's eyes