C1763 Tyrone's Conjectures

"My son, Tai Meng, is dead?" Tailong suppressed the anger that was overflowing in his heart. It was as if all the power in his body was sucked out, and his body directly collapsed onto the chair.

The twenty odd core disciples of the Tai Yuan Divine Pavilion knelt on the ground, and did not dare to speak anymore.

The next moment