C121 Wandering Cloud

There was no one else by his side. She jumped over a tree and leaned her head against the tree trunk as she looked at the entrance of the sect.

Through the bronze mask, the Hall Master stared coldly at the white-clothed masked woman leaning against the tree trunk. He snorted coldly and looked away in the blink of an eye.

In truth, the Hall Master of Hall of Blood was speaking with hatred