C617 Deltamethyl

In the sky, two cultivators stood amidst the white clouds.

The two of them were about the same age, around thirty years old. They wore exactly the same clothes, and it could be seen that they were all people of the same identity. One of them was someone that Han Yan was not unfamiliar with. He was the Zhu Shuang that he met an hour ago. As for the other person's identity