C1892 The Capriciousness of the Gate of Heaven

The boy's pigtails pointed to the sky, and he spun around the young man's head with his hands on his hips.

Purple Gold Daoist looked at the surrounding black poisonous fog with an ugly expression.

"He wants to use this person to keep us here and then choose to escape by himself! It seems like all of us have been tricked."

Purple Gold Daoist sighed regretfully