C1709 Internal Strife

When Zhang Fann heard Old Master Jiang's words, his eyebrows couldn't help but twitch.

Purple Gold Daoist also frowned. "Could it be that well?"

"What well?" Nangong Manyun was at a loss.

Zhang Fann waved his hand and interrupted Nangong Manyun's question.

"What about the Withered Mountain?"

Old Master Jiang said straightforwardly: "No one knows where that mountain is