C1240 Sleeping in the Storm.

Seeing the white-haired old man, Ming Jiutian's heart skipped a beat. Who was this old man? He was too strong.

The unconcealable pressure made Ming Jiutian feel the urge to kneel down.

"Jiyu, could this child be the one you often mentioned, Ming Jiutian?" The white-haired old man stared at Ming Jiutian for a long time.

"Yes, Great Elder. He is my fellow countryman in Profound Heart Continent