C1945 The Sharpness of Ji Xiangchuan

"Did I tell you everything?!" Han Ping was surprised.

"Which underworld sect is he from?" Song Qing frowned.

"Sect?" The monk shook his head.

His face revealed a somewhat dejected expression.

"You guys guessed right, these people are from the Blessed Paradise."

"It's really them?!" Master Pine Green kept patting his knees.

Many years ago