C1536 Mysterious old man

Zhang Daoxu stood outside the great hall and lightly closed his eyes.

This time, he only had a fifty percent chance of passing one on to Zhang Ziwei, and even if Wang Qian was involved, he only had a sixty percent chance of doing so.

The things that the Sect Leader of the Qing Yun Monastery had grasped was extremely coveting. Forget about everything else