C366 The Sword Saint Was Humble

"It's him?"

Below, Mo Yixi looked at Mo Yi, who had stopped moving. He opened his eyes and murmured.

"A disciple of Shu Mountain? Who are you?"

With a flash of the sword, a man wearing a Daoist robe stood in front of Mo Yi with a cold expression. Two strands of white hair floated down, and he looked at Mo Yi with a serious expression