C5261 Saint's Might

The white-robed old man was thin and his face was full of wrinkles. His old white hair blew along with the breeze, but his broad shoulders seemed to carry the world.

Behind the white-robed old man, dense scholarly scriptures appeared, emitting a dazzling golden light.

Sage Wen, Xun Kuang!

Seeing the red sword beam charging towards him