C307 Was This Immortal a Madman?

A figure clad in black with white hair stood suspended above Hanqing Hall. His robe whipped about in the wind, making a sharp sound, and his piercing gaze seemed to carry an intense coldness.

Bai Jingzhou himself was completely taken aback, and so were the people of Hanqing Hall.

Why had such a formidable being arrived so early in the morning?

The figure was enveloped in lightning