C855 Hot hand

"Long Aoyun."

Gao Zhi smiled, and nodded in greeting.

Long Aoyun withdrew the dao diagram, and it became very formal. As he thought of the past, he couldn't help but feel guilty. He lowered his head and looked down. After a long while, he raised his head and said, "Junior Martial Uncle, before, I …"

"It's over."

Gao Zhi chuckled, his gaze very calm